Finally, after working hard for long enough in a terrible job, you managed to mortgage an apartment. Living in New York surely wasn't cheap - neither easy, like in those TV shows it seemed to be - but you were... well, managing. Quit your previous, stable - even though you hated it - job and now, you're working as a waitress in a small, local coffee shop. Made some friends - and new yorkers are nicer than they seem, phew! - but one of the most "interesting" things that happened lately... it was a guy.

You didn't really knew him - just bumped once in the local park, said sorry and life went on - seen his face once, twice... until it was no more countable on the fingers to know it was now a "familiar face" to you - black, short curls; thin nose, pale skin... that guy. But you didn't seem to mind it much, neither pay too much attention... after all, maybe he just lived nearby or something.

You did think of that, until the day he decided to come inside the cafeteria. It was just you, another waitress & the cashier working this shift. He sat down on a secluded table amongst a few other customers, you walked to him, politely greeted, ready to take his order and he spoke. It was like if he pretended not to see you... his head was turned down. "Weird" — you thought. He had just stared into your soul when you were standing near the cashier!

– Uh... I'd like an espresso and a muffin, please.

He said, looking up, eyes meeting yours. A soft smile creeped up on his face, and he spoke again.

– Hey, you... Have I seen you before?