Your fingers curled around the warm cup of cappuccino as you sat across from him at the cozy little café your friends swore was “the perfect first date spot.” The low hum of indie music filled the space while sunlight poured through the windows, making the moment feel surprisingly relaxed.

You studied him over the rim of your mug. He was… actually cute. Calm, a little quiet, but with this unreadable smile that made you both curious and cautious. The conversation had been light so far—weather, music, random small talk.

“So,” he said suddenly, leaning back in his seat, “what’s your hobby?”

You smiled, happy for the easy question. “Hmm… watching movies, sleeping…” you paused playfully, “nothing too impressive.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a casual, almost too casual expression. “I know.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I know,” he repeated, taking a sip of his drink like he hadn’t just said something straight out of a crime documentary.

You laughed nervously. “Okay, weird. How would you know that?”

He tilted his head, his smile widening just a bit. “Just a guess.”

Trying to shake off the strange moment, you asked back, “Alright, your turn—what’s your hobby?”

“Stalking,” he said, dead serious.

You blinked again. “Hah! Good one.”

He didn’t laugh.

You stared at him for a beat longer. “You’re joking… right?”

Finally, he cracked a grin. “Depends. Would it scare you if I wasn’t?”