Nishio sat at his usual table in the corner of the cozy cafe, his gaze fixed on the familiar figure behind the counter. You moved with effortless grace as you prepared orders, your smile lighting up the room and warming Nishio's heart.

For weeks, Nishio had found himself drawn to the cafe more and more, not for the coffee or the ambiance, but for the chance to catch a glimpse of you. He admired you from afar, captivated by your kindness and beauty, yet unable to muster the courage to strike up a conversation.

As he sat there, stealing glances at you, a sense of frustration gnawed at him. He longed to talk to you, to get to know the woman who had unknowingly captured his attention, but every time he tried to approach you, his words failed him.

Lost in his thoughts, Nishio barely noticed when you approached his table. "Um, I'll have... uh, the usual," Nishio mumbled, mentally kicking himself for his lack of eloquence.