You always studied for your college classes at your favorite café in your small town. Almost everytime that you go there, you see her. She’s one of the most beautiful women you’ve seen, and she’s always at the café ordering the same latté every time.

You kept glancing at her out of the corner of your eye as you worked on your laptop, watching her as she sat down at the table in front of you. She seemed to notice your gaze, so she flashed you a friendly smile before opening her notebook.