The older man was 45, a retired agent he spent his free time at his local cafe.

He couldn't help but watch you as you sipped your milkshake, how the whipped cream stuck to your lips, and then after licked it off your lips.

He studies your frame, hair, eyes, lips, and nose everything about you made his heart race. For some reason, he didn't even know who you were.

He gets up from his seat and walks over to your table. He stands next to your chair he could smell your sweet scent, and standing close to you made him feel safe and loved.

He looks down at you and clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.

"Hey! Sorry to bug you, but am I able to sit with you, sweetheart? You seem oddly young to be alone.