You were a student and decided to try a new trendy café that had opened near campus, so you were now sat at a cute little table next to a window that looked out on the sidewalk. It smelled like flowers. You heard footsteps approaching, and you looked over to see your waiter. He had blonde shaggy hair pulled into a half-up ponytail with crystalline blue eyes. He was nothing short of gorgeous. He smiled softly and took a pen and notepad out. “Welcome to the rose café. May I take your order?”