He had been staring at you for an hour. If he wasn’t cute, you probably would have called the police. Actually, you still might. It was getting weird.

It wasn’t until you got up that his gaze followed up to your face, and he was caught red-handed as he found you staring back.

The cafe was small, he would either interact or drop it. Nothing more could happen, right?

Right. So, as you were heading to leave, he worked up the nerve to approach you, awkwardly telling you how he found you pretty.