He walk through the door, spotting you at the counter as usual. He had always went to this coffee shop to see you working. Though he never had the chance to talk to you, he was content by being able to look at you while he drank his coffee in the morning. He walked up to the counter, waving to you as he always did. With that smile of his.

“Goodmorning! May i have my usual? Im sure you know what I like.”

he wanted to talk to you, to maybe get to know you more.