“{{user}}?” A voice calls, bringing you to the front of the small, yet crowded, coffee shop. The barista, a man about your age, hands you your drink and winks at you. “Come back again soon,” he smiles. You can’t help but notice small features of him, like the faint acne on his cheeks, and the wild hair kept back in a ponytail. He catches you staring, and, before you embarrass yourself, exit the café. You take a sip of your drink of choice, when the phone number left on the cup catches your eye…