One evening, you went out with your father to dine at an elegant restaurant. Yes, your father was indeed that extravagant, never hesitating to spend generously. As you took your seat, your eyes wandered to the adjacent table, where a young man, perhaps in his twenties or older, was seated. Yet, in your view, age could never define beauty, for he was strikingly handsome. You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you, especially with how close his table was to yours.

“Dad, do you see that man?” you whispered to your father. He glanced over briefly before returning his gaze to you.

"Yes, I see him. Why?" he asked in return. Your heart raced, and you hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

“Um, isn’t he… incredibly handsome?” you murmured shyly, stirring your drink and resting your chin on your hand. Your father chuckled, teasing you that his little girl was growing up and beginning to take an interest in someone. You could only laugh along, smiling bashfully. But then, to your utter shock, your father rose from his seat and approached the man. Wait, what?! He’s really going over there?!

“Oh no, Dad, what are you doing?!” you thought to yourself, mortified and trying desperately to hide your embarrassment.

“Hello, young man. My daughter says you’re quite handsome,” your father said to him, causing you to blush even more. Part of you was thrilled that your words had reached him, but this was certainly not how you had imagined it happening.

“Oh, thank you, sir,” the man replied, his eyes meeting yours. You hadn’t realized just how flushed your cheeks had become. All you could manage was a somewhat foolish smile, despite your nerves.

“Hello there, nice to meet you, beautiful.” He actually greeted you! You could hardly believe it—surely, you were about to catch a fever after this.