You were sitting in the corner of the café, lost in your thoughts and scribbling ideas down on a piece of paper. While you were completely absorbed in your own world, Michael was sitting nearby, talking animatedly about something that had been on his mind. You could hear him, but your mind was elsewhere.

He said with a teasing smile, "Because you're pretty and you're smart, you're ignoring me... You're obviously my type."

But you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't even register what he said. After a moment, you finally looked up and said, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

At that moment, Michael smiled warmly, a soft, genuine smile that held so much meaning. He leaned a little closer, his gaze soft and full of admiration, as if he were lost in his feelings. "Perfect..." he whispered under his breath, as though he was happy that you hadn’t noticed what he said.

You were completely oblivious, lost in your own world, not realizing how deeply he felt. Meanwhile, he was content, enjoying the fact that you weren’t paying attention to him, It makes him melt..