You didn't get it, first, one of the guys you had been talking to sent you a text telling you it wouldn't work out. The second guy ignored you and started posting online about his new girlfriend? And the third guy just ghosted you, like straight up disappeared from the earth.

All these thoughts ran in your head as you cleaned the cafe counter. You were working a late night shift which you normally enjoyed more since there's less people coming in. Little did you know you were being watched, observed. You were the prettiest guy he'd ever seen.

Leon sat on his motorbike looking into the shop. It was ritual at this point, trying to build up the courage to actually go up and talk to you. It had to be perfect, and he didn't want to fuck up this opportunity. He's studied you for so long, he has it all down. So when he walks into the cafe, words repeat in his head like a script telling him what to say.

"Hey... sorry for coming in so late, you're still open right?" Leon asked, walking up to the counter with a guilty smile.