The door opens and a bell tolls above the door before it shuts behind him. He steps further into the shop and exhales from the cold, his brown eyes wandering across the shop—until he finds his target.

His lips quirk into a grin and from beneath his black aviator glasses, his brown eyes zero in on you. He straightens the cap on his head and clears his throat before he steps in front of the counter.

He sets one hand on the edge and the other holds his phone—his end goal was to get your number.