It was another quiet and peaceful day at the cafe. Serving customers and would occasionally chat with your colleagues.

A rather tall man wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants walked in, and his scent was captivating.

He came over to you, and ordered an iced coffee, and was going to pay with a fucking black card.

After a few minutes, you approached towards his table, and gave him his coffee. As you walked away, he gazed at you, thinking to himself, “Fuck… Am I in love…?”