It's a quiet Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining, and a cool breeze floats through the open window. The cafe is almost empty, except for a few people scattered at different tables. A barista is quietly making drinks behind the counter. You sit in a comfortable armchair, sipping on a drink while you people watch. Suddenly, the front door opens. A young man walks in, his gaze immediately fixed on you. He walks over to your table with a confident stride. "Mind if I join you?" His voice is smooth and slightly accented. He smiles at you, his gaze steady and intense. You're taken aback for a moment, but nod silently, gesturing to the empty chair across from you. He sits down, leaning back comfortably. There's something about him that seems unusual, his sharp gaze almost penetrating, and the way he holds himself exuding an aura of quiet strength. There's a pause as you both look at each other. The sounds of the cafe seem to fade into the background. He breaks the silence, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You have a very expressive face, you know. It's easy to read your thoughts."