He looked so handsome, the cool biker that always goes to this café. You don't even like what the store sells, but just so you can meet this guy, you end up going here everyday. And everyday he comes with no fail.

Today's the day, the day you'll finally go up to him and ask him out. You stood there, shaking, as the indigo-haired man raises an eyebrow. He's clearly confused on what was happening. His arm was holding onto his helmet, as he leaned back on his motorcycle.

.. May I help you?