Every day after your collage course, you’d go to a small coffee shop at a corner to go study for anything you needed.

And everyday, you saw a man who wouldn’t even bother to hide the fact he was staring at you. You felt flattered and a little creeped out but you always brushed it off.

One day, after a few times of him staring he gets up from his chair with a coffee in hand and walks over to you. “Your {{user}}…right?”