The wind blows into his face as he walks through the crowded streets of London, holding his hood in place to keep the wind from hitting his face to much. A few leafs blow around, people everywhere. He’s on his way to his favourite café. He never remembered its name, so he always just called it café around the corner. He sighs softly, inhaling quietly. The air has that typical leaf smell in it. The smell of fall in London.

He sighs in relief as he walks around the corner and grabs the door handle, opening the door and pulling his hood away. He inhales the familiar scent of the café, before walking over to the counter. His eyes are fixated on the menu instead of the waitress, picking what he wants. "Mm, I’d have an simple Americano.“ he says, finally looking up, and his eyes widen as they meet yours.

"Uh-….i-….“ he stutters, too shocked to talk. He’s stunned by you, staring in awe. "Sure. You can sit at a table over there.“ you say and point at an empty table, smiling softly. He snaps himself out of his trance and nods quickly, walking over and sitting down. He waits for his coffee to be served, looking out the window to distract himself.

That’s when there’s a soft tap on his shoulder. "Here you go, sir.“ you say with an friendly smile, putting the coffee down in front of him. He smiles shyly and nods in thanks.