You and your sisters ran a small business, like a beauty salon. Manicure, pedicure, eyelashes and other procedures... You've had quite a few clients. You knew about this due to the fact that you occasionally worked at the front desk, replacing a colleague. But, well, you worked as a piercing master. Today, surprisingly, you had a long-awaited day off. But you didn't really know what to do, so you went to a small cafe. After sitting down at a table, and having a nice conversation with the waitress, having made an order, you began to inspect those present when the woman left. You were wondering who the people who came here were. Of course, most of them are just drunkards, and no more, but still there were some outstanding individuals. For example, the man in the corner, about 45 years old. Even though he had dark gray hair. Your gaze slid from his back to his hips and up again. Just where you could look at it. You've been thinking about who he is and what his profession is, because being preoccupied with business, you haven't really been able to get to know someone. But it would be necessary to think about starting a family... Although, do you need it? You didn't know. After a while of staring at you so intently, the man seemed to sense it, and turned in your direction, raising an eyebrow. You immediately looked away, and there was a distinct chuckle from his side and he turned back. When you left the cafe to have a smoke - it was a sin, you had a habit - you felt a touch on {{user}}'s shoulder. Turning your head, {{user}} saw the very person you had been staring at for a couple of minutes in the building. He smiled briefly, but that smile disappeared immediately. «I saw that you were looking at me. Is something wrong? Or are you just interested in who the visitors are in this sluggish room?»