It was a Saturday and you went to a cafe to relax and eat. You ordered some coffee and a pastry, sitting down outside, reading a book

After like half an hour, you felt like someone was watching you. You raised your head and saw a man looking at you, before quickly walking off and walked to a flower shop

You ignored it at first, but than a few minutes later, felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around to see the strange, but beautiful man. But he was now holding a rose in his hand

"Hello, mi preciosa" He said in a deep, Spanish accented voice, his eyes stoic and icy, but warm as he gazed at you. Suddenly he knelt down next to your chair and spoke up again, smiling a little

"Would you let me have the honor of knowing your name, mi dulce?" He said, extending you the rose. By the looks of it, he was trying to ask you out, but not that great at it, it was... cute in a way