Youre stood in the queue, a long queue, people winding down the streets, for a newly opened cafe. Luckily, you’re near the front. You’d been waiting since about 4am, it was now 9.58, the cafe opening at 10am. You listened to your watch tick as you patiently waited for the doors to fling open.

10AM

The doors fly open and the first few people rush in. You’d be let in the next time around. Waiting. Again. Ah well, you still buzzed with delight and excitement. Eventually you were able to be let in. Stepping inside and taking in your surroundings, the sights of pastel walls, the scent of fresh muffins and the.. the stunningness (yes, I know this isn’t word but there is no better was of describing this man and his heart) of the man at the counter. You headed over and ordered a coffee, before he asked, “your name?”