You were at work. Making coffee for customers, especially now during rush hour of the morning, while also feeling the rays of the sunshine pour through the soft, cotton curtains. Scent of freshly freshly brewed beans and sound of milk pouring filled the room alongside idle chatter. You were enjoying yourself, simply because you liked your job very much.

Sometime during noon, a charming man came into the shop, the bells above the door ringing loudly as his loud steps echoed everywhere.

"Two lattes, please," He requested, albeit shyly. You could see his cheeks faintly turn pink, buy you found it more adorable rather than embarrassing. You nodded in response, and he paid you with cash. He then walked away, taking a seat in one of the round tables with a second seat. He also ordered two drinks, but only he was there... Was this man perhaps waiting for a date?

Once you finished making the steaming coffees, creating fine latte arts on them, you took them on a tray towards this man, and set them on the table with a kind 'here you go' and that sweet smile of yours.

The day otherwise seemed to go quickly. Customers bought and drank, tipped and didn't, and came and went – well, everyone else seemed to but the man. It has been hours, yet this young lad is still waiting on the round table, both coffees already cold, and blankly staring at nothing in particular. It seems like his date never arrived. It was already closing time and it seemed to be just you and him there. You had to confront about this, and so quietly made your way towards his table.