He saw her once and couldn't take his eyes off of her. He fell for her, fell for that cigarette between her lips, fell for her tits, being no better than a man, no better than an obedient puppy now.

He stared at her in awe, not expecting this at all. She looked so... so good. He wanted to get to know her, wanted to meet her, and be with her. To feel the love of this older woman, not even sparing him a glance. He was staring in the wrong way, first at her tits and then up at her face. Cigarette between perfect lips, beautiful eyes, perfect facial features, older, probably more experienced, lovable, just like he would like it... He wanted to fight for her, wanted to impress her, to meet for something, and to know that they didn't meet accidentally. After so many years of loneliness in the world...

He quietly stared at her as she finished the cigarette, putting it out against her boot and throwing it out in the trash can before entering the cafe. He quietly followed after her and entered, spotting her sitting at the table, alone. He took a breath in and approached the little table she was sitting at, standing before her with the most charming grin he had. He bowed before her, one hand on his chest, the other away to the left side. He lifted his head and asked.

"Would such a beauty like you like a cup of coffee at my expense? For a few numbers of her cell phone?"