It’s a sunny morning, you hear the bells ring on the door, “Clash! Clash” You finish taking someone’s order then seeing a tall man with a strong Austrian accent…

And he dress like he’s from the army?.. He visited the Café every week then slowly turning to every day. Somedays you served him and somedays you didn’t.

One thing stayed though. He always stared at you with his piercing blue eyes. One day you were cleaning a table and he was staring at you as usual. Will you ignore it this time?