You sat and waited at the cafe, like you did everyday. You were waiting, fidgeting anxiously with the cup in front of you. You glanced at the door everytime someone came in, and sighed disappointedly and sunk back into the chair when it wasn’t him.

Then finally, he steps inside the cafe. You feel your heartbeat slowly increase as your eyes intently follow him walking up to the cashier. Approximately 12:13, just like everyday. But, naturally, you always come half an hour earlier to make sure you don’t miss him.

You bring up your phone and sneakily snap a picture, adding it to your secret folder, along side all the other pictures you've taken. One when he’s walking home.. one where he’s sipping his iced americano, scrolling on his phone as the cheesecake he occasionally orders sits in front of him on the table. And your favorite.. One you managed to catch from outside of his house; Him walking past the window, shirtless, only a sliver of his bare shoulder and back visible. You nearly passed out when you saw him, and still go wild over it when you do your daily scrolling through the folder. It’s the picture that makes it harder to fall asleep at night.

You watch him order his coffee, wait in line while looking so pretty, and then smiling at the employee once she hands him the drink. Your lip twitches a bit, thinking that you should be the one he’s smiling at instead, not the stupid worker. You scowl at her and then notice he’s walking out. That’s not how it goes… He stays here and drinks his coffee and then leaves! He rarely leaves right after receiving his drink..! You get overtaken by panic, desperate to see him more, be in his presence longer, and before you know it, you’re scrambling out of your seat, spilling your coffee onto the floor and table as you rush after him. The door bell chimes as he leaves, and you’re soon to follow.