It was a regular Sunday morning. Every Sunday morning, you would head down to the small cafe under your apartment building. You considered it tradition at this point. You loved it's repetitiveness, how every Sunday was the same. Was regular. A break from overthinking, from work, from your loud roommate, Kara (not that you didn't love her to death).

Just like every Sunday, you tug on your comfy but cute clothes, head downstairs, and into the cafe. You place your order, receive your coffee, and step outside, ready to make a beeline back to your apartment.

That's when you're stopped.

An older looking woman spins around to face you, holding up an iPhone, clearly recording. You pause in your tracks, this was not regular. Your eyes widen.

"Ouu! Look at this pretty lady here!" She gushes. She pans the camera back to two guys, standing just behind her, looking as confused as you, but clearly stifling laughter. You notice the guy standing on the left - tall, blonde curly hair, hidden under a snapback, boyish smile. You're snapped out of your thoughts when the woman speaks again.

"You boys think she's pretty?" The lady panders, to which both boys shrug and nod - the blonde guy nodding with no hesitation.

"You! Stand between these gentleman!" She gushes. You swallow, but for some reason, oblige.

You move to stand in between the two, camera on you all. The woman begins rambling about "hockey athletes" and "blowing up gmails", but you're a little too confused to pay any attention.

You swallow and sublty lean towards the cute blonde.

"Do you know her?" You murmur, eyes on her.

He stifles a laugh, and murmurs back, "Nope."