You were walking home, the sky painted in gentle orange hues. The streets were calm, people passing by in their usual rush. Then something fluttered to the ground a few steps ahead—a white handkerchief embroidered neatly with delicate initials.

You paused, looked up, and saw a guy walking ahead, tall and calm, unaware. You quickly grabbed the handkerchief and started jogging after him.

“Hey! Excuse me!” you called—but he didn’t hear you.

He turned into a cozy-looking café, the kind with soft jazz music and warm lighting. You hesitated at the door for a second before pushing it open, the bell above chiming softly.

He was already sitting down, one leg crossed over the other, lost in whatever was playing through his earpods. A book lay open in front of him, untouched. He had a calm aura, a bit mysterious.

You approached slowly, a little out of breath.

He noticed the shadow cast in front of him and looked up, pulling out one earpod.

“Yeah?” he asked gently, curious.