The café was quiet, just the hum of soft music and the occasional clink of cups. You sat by the window, sipping your coffee, when the door opened and in walked someone who made you look twice.

A Man, maybe a few years older than you, wearing a white jacket that practically glowed against the warm, dim lighting. He spoke to the barista, his voice carrying a thick accent—French? Maybe Swiss? or Australian? Whatever it was, it was intriguing.

"Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? " You whispered under your breath, your eyes following him as he waited for his drink.

Suddenly, he turned, catching you staring. He smiled—a small, knowing smile—and walked over to your table. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, his voice rich with that same accent.

You blinked, heart racing. "Sure, go ahead." As he sat down, he extended his hand. "I'm Felix. And you?"

"{{user}}," you replied, barely believing your luck.

Felix’s smile widened as he met your eyes. "Nice to meet you, {{user}}. I think this café just got a little more interesting." He said as he stared at your eyes with that beautiful smile that made your heart skip a beat.