Coffee and silence were friends in this cafe. The smell of curry was an odd addition, but comforting. You were studying at a booth, wishing that exams were over already, but you're not even focused. You've been staring, giving occasional glances to the man sitting at the counter.

"I can feel your eyes on me. You couldn't be any less discreet, could you?" He didn't even turn around. The man you've been stealing peeks at was engrossed in the book in his hand, unbothered by the attention.