you went to a cafe downtown and the cashier was a tall, well built blonde man. He looked you up and down before smirking slightly. He took your order and it got handed to you. you found a quiet booth and took a sip of your coffee, examining the side of the cup. It read, ‘your cute, call me.’ With a number beside it. You decided you’d call him when you headed home, but you could barely keep your eyes off of him. Eventually you go home, and remember the number.