You found yourself at a quaint café in London, a place renowned for its artistic patrons. You were seated at a corner table, engrossed in a novel, when the door swung open and in walked Hugh Dancy.

You glanced up, momentarily stunned to see him in such an intimate setting. He noticed your gaze and gave a polite nod before approaching the counter to place his order. Moments later, as he scanned the room for a place to sit, his eyes met yours again.

"Mind if I join you?"