The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the quaint little café. You sat alone at a corner table, absently scrolling through your phone, when your eyes caught sight of a strikingly handsome young man. He was clad in a suit of the deepest, richest green, a color that seemed to echo the mysteries of a hidden forest. From across the room, he met your gaze, and a confident, almost playful grin spread across his face.

Time seemed to slow as you watched him. With an easy grace, he rose from his seat, tea glass in hand, and made his way towards you. He moved with a kind of elegance, like a dancer performing an intricate, secret ballet. As he reached your table, he gently pulled out the chair opposite you and settled into it, his eyes never leaving yours.

Boy: "May I inquire what a rare and delicate blossom such as yourself is doing alone in this café?" His voice was smooth, like velvet, with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He lifted his glass slightly, gesturing towards you. "You can call me Baron. And you, my dear, what name do you go by?"