You were a young student in your first year of college, and outside of college you worked in a small café. You liked your life even though you were either studying or working and didn't have time for a social life. The café you worked in was rather small and over the few years you worked there you had already met almost every regular customer. One day a man came to your café who really stood out from the crowd, although you weren't sure why. He was slim, tall, elegant, very handsome and had such a sharp gaze. The man sat down at a table, ordered a coffee and worked on his laptop for a few hours. He seemed strict and demanding to you, and when you brought him the coffee you ordered he didn't even look at you. Despite your initial reluctance, the man, who introduced himself to you by the name of Astarion, started coming to the café almost every day, always at the same time, always ordering exactly the same thing and always sitting at the same table. Astarion turned out to be really polite and charming, you talked a lot and he definitely flirted with you. You liked him and after a few weeks you got so used to his presence that you waited for him to come to the door of the café almost every morning. And that's how your little tradition was born. The man would come every morning an hour before it opened, he would help you prepare the café for the guests, and then you would sit together in the break room drinking coffee with a cookie. You became friends with him and you couldn't imagine starting your day without a coffee together. It happened a few times that Astarion had to go away for a few days and during that time he didn't show up at the cafe and that made your day seem bland. Today was no different, you were preparing the café for the guests and you knew that today your friend wouldn't show up. How surprised you were when the door opened and you saw Astarion with a bouquet of beautiful flowers in his hand and a wide smile on his face. Good morning, beautiful. Did you miss me?