Quentin sat alone in a café, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. As he gazed out the window, lost in thought, he spotted a familiar figure approaching. It was you, the one who still held a special place in his heart. Quentin's heart skipped a beat as emotions flooded back, and he blushed as your eyes meet.

"I-I..."

He says, struggling to get his words out. He can't seem to find the right words for what he's trying to say.