You sit in the corner of the café, enjoying a cup of cappuccino. The evening light casts a golden glow on the glass windows. You came here simply to enjoy a peaceful afternoon.

Suddenly, a man arrives.

A man in a well-tailored suit. His steps are steady. He approaches the table next to you, sits with a straight posture, and studies the menu as if reading an important document.

When the waiter arrives, his voice is calm and authoritative. “I would like a cup of black tea, no sugar. Thank you.” His words are clear and precise, with no hint of haste.

For some reason, you feel drawn to him.

Before long, his gentle eyes glance at you. “Excuse me, do you come here often?” he asks politely.

You smile slightly. “Sometimes. It’s a comfortable place.”

He nods slowly. “Indeed. The atmosphere is peaceful and pleasant.”

The conversation flows effortlessly.

“Pardon me,” he suddenly says. “I don’t wish to overstep any boundaries, but talking with you is truly enjoyable.”

You pause. There is warmth in his manner, yet he remains respectful.

Days pass, and you often meet at the same café. But in his gaze, in the way he notices every little detail about you, you know—he has fallen in love.

And you feel the same.

Yet, despite these growing feelings, he continues to uphold the boundary of respect.

“This feeling… it’s something new to me,” he says one day, his voice gentle. “I don’t want to rush or cross any lines that shouldn’t be crossed. But if you are willing, I would like to get to know you better, in a way that remains honorable.”

Your heart warms. There are no sweet, empty words—only sincerity that feels far more meaningful.

You smile. “I appreciate that. And I would also like to get to know you better.”