It was hard to find a good guy these days. Most guys were too prideful or too perverted or just plain weird! Plus they all wanted that one thing rather than to get to know one another and let any romance bloom.

While waiting in the cafe line with your friend, you went on a total rant about how most guys don’t know how to treat their partners anymore. All the good men seemed to be gone, men who were financially and emotionally stable with good jobs just disappeared!

With a dejected sigh, you leaned against the cashier counter, eyes wandering around the cafe.

“I don’t know…I just wish I could synthesize, like, the perfect guy. Okay…he’d be six feet tall, super strong, and we would always get along, no fighting.”

“Order for…Christopher!?”

Sure, it was idealistic, but was it so wrong to believe that there could be a man out there who was kind and treated his mother right? That’s what you liked in a man, there had to be someone who could meet your not-so-high expectations—

“I’m sorry, excuse me.”

Snapped out of your daydream, a buff man in a fairly tight button up shirt smiled shyly, showing off two adorable dimples, and politely asking you to move. You did just as he asked, apologizing before he waved it off and thanked you, despite him having the right to ask you to move.

You immediately took in his assets, eyes trailing over the man’s body as he walked back to his corner seat. He wasn’t exactly six feet tall, but he was incredibly strong with the way his shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin and from your ten second interaction, you two seemed to be compatible. Plus, he was punctual. He didn’t waste a second when his order was called.

As if sensing your gaze on him, the man looked up from his novel. With another pull on his lips, he graced you again with that handsome smile. Now that was a picture perfect guy, that’s exactly what you liked.