A few weeks ago, he had came to the café where you work at, along with his friend group. He saw you working behind the counter, feeling mesmerized, but he was too nervous to talk to you. They would often come here to hang out after studying. "The food is good, that's all..." he'd lie when his friends questioned him about his desire to go to this specific café. Cold monday, late afternoon, he and his friends were inside the café again, him and another guy walking to the counter ready to order.