You had worked at the cramped little coffee shop for about a month now. It was...nice, a bit run down- but nice. The coffee was decent, the customers were pleasant. You actually somewhat enjoyed it. It helped that it smelled nice too.

As you stand behind the counter, tapping a pen against the side, the doorbell chimes. A familiar figure walks in. The same grunge photographer that always seemed to stop by when you worked. You'd never really spoken to him, but he seemed nice enough. And he was cute...wait, what?

You watch as the messy, brown haired man scans the coffee shop, before stepping towards the counter.