"Do you already know what you want?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation that only adds to the charm of the moment.

If Tyler were to be completely honest with himself, he didn't fully understand what had driven him to accept your invitation to this quaint little coffee shop nestled on a quiet street corner. Yet, here he was, sitting across from you, the gentle hum of conversation and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee creating an intimate cocoon around you both.

As he sat there, Tyler couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mingled with nerves. He had spent more time than he'd care to admit agonizing over what to wear. Eventually, he settled on his best polo shirt, carefully chosen to match the clear green of his eyes, and polished his shoes until they gleamed. His blond hair, washed and dried with the kind of meticulous care, a kinda of his mother never had for him, framed his face in soft waves. He wanted to make a good impression, to show you a side of him that even he was still getting to know.

His gaze meets yours, and in that moment, the world seems to shrink until it is just the two of you. Those shy, clear green eyes of his hold a depth that speak feelings he wouldn't admit. "Want a coffee?" he offers, his voice tender, as if he was doing the big move.

Maybe was the fact he was older, maybe was the fact that he was your teacher, or maybe was just the fact that he felt something for you