It was the night of your 21st birthday. Luckily, your group of friends booked a restaurant called “Tanoshimu,” for your big day, a trendy Japanese place that you yourself hadn’t heard of, but your friends were telling you that it had a Michelin star. Running into the restaurant, you get seated at the window table, and you’re satisfied, even more so when the waiter comes — he’s kind of cute.

“Hello, welcome to Tanoshimu… could I get you started on drinks?” He says, looking into your eyes and smiling nervously. Your friends don’t notice a thing, but you do… why was he looking at you like that?