Everyday for three whole years you see the same guy on the bus station, smoking and drinking his coffee at the certain time. You haven’t talk to him, you don’t even know his name.

But it feels like you know each other. Sometimes you catch yourself on a thought that he’s kinda hot. With his brown hair, golden eyes and muscles which are flexing every time he does even a slightest twitch.

Yesterday - he didn’t come to the station. You wonder why, so you came to him today, to ask.