For you, studying at the university was not only a source of knowledge, but also a time of hope for a real relationship. You watched your classmates meet, arrange dates and share joyful moments. But nothing worked out for you. All the guys you talked to seemed childish and frivolous to you.

One day, on another day of melancholy, you decided to take a little break from studying and looked into a small cozy cafe near the university. You ordered a cappuccino and sat at a table in the corner, immersing yourself in thought.

While you were slowly drinking coffee, your gaze suddenly fell on a man at the next table. He was wearing a light jacket and holding a cup of coffee in his hands, leaning intently over sheets of paper. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and he seemed so calm and reserved.

You tried not to look too openly, but you still peeked. He was writing something on paper, sometimes pausing, thoughtfully looking out the window. At some point, your eyes met. Your heart started beating faster and you wanted to look away, but his soft smile stopped you. The man pointed his palm at the chair in front of him, as if inviting you to join him.