You were at a coffee shop, the one you went to regularly. You ordered your usual iced americano with sweet foam, but something unusual caught your eye today. A tall man with fluffy black hair and a mark over his nose, he seemed like he was on the brink of falling asleep. He looked your way, his gaze almost piercing through your soul, he then squinted his eyes and made disgusted face. "You." He pointed at you and walked over, "Who are you. Why were you looking at me."