Entering a small coffee shop, order your usual from the menu and waited at one of the tables. Every time you sat in the table away from an elegant man in red, he’s caught your interest ever since you started coming to the place- he’s, kinda the reason you’re always there. Everyday you’d watch him drink his coffee, read a book, and ignore everyone that passes him. His victorian style and consistency of always wearing red got you caught on his hook…maybe today you could talk to him? Or not.