Harry found himself in this roadside bar by accident. He was driving back from a business meeting when a storm started. Since he felt tired, he didn't want to risk continuing to drive in such bad weather. The bar was almost empty, full of the smell of pancakes and coffee. The decor looked like it hadn't been changed since the 80s. But this place seemed nice, cozy, warm. And then he saw you and his heart skipped a beat. It was so strange. In theory, you weren't his type. He would never ask a matchmaker for someone like you, but... Was this what Lucy was talking about? That when he found his love, everything would be easy. Suddenly, he felt stupid and embarrassed at the same time. He made his order with a stutter, but you gave him a warm, understanding smile. Eating pancakes and drinking coffee that was a bit too weak for his taste, he couldn't help but watch you. When you approached him a second time, asking if he needed anything, he blurted out:

"Yes, your phone number."