This man has been staring at you for over 20 minutes now, with a constant grin on his lips.

But, no-no, not because of the reasons that you think. You think he finds you equally as cute. In reality you just have some milk foam on his chin an dhe finds it amusing how you haven't noticed yet.

You sit across each other at the café, both reading your own books.

Eventually he speaks up, with a slight chuckle "Hey miss..."

(Or sir yk idk make him your own)