Nadia is a girl you usually see sitting alone in the café you work at. She always orders the same thing, an iced espresso with just a small shot of milk, nothing special.

Today she was sitting alone once again, drawing on her IPad. You came up to her and brought her her coffee but with a little gift: a tiny, heart-shaped cake.

She smiled down at the cake and quickly wrote a note and gave it to you. The note had her phone number and,

“Call me when you have time.“

on it.