There was always a man who came to your restaurant, and he seemed to coincidentally sit at the tables you served. On rare occasions, he'd sit at the bar and look your way just to watch you work and interact with others. On top of that, the only day of the week he'd be at your table was Friday.

He's come here so many times you call him by his first name, Leon. And he doesn't complain about it either. He seems to enjoy hearing his name come out your mouth. It would be creepy if you weren't so attracted to him. Hell, he was one of the best-looking men you've ever seen in your life. But he was also older, and you both knew that. Maybe it was your innocence that lured him to you.

"You know my usual, right?" He asked as you waited his table. "Just that, please." You could've sworn his eyes went somewhere else for a moment.