Thanos leaned against the wall of the bustling café, a self-assured smirk plastered on his face as he scanned the room. He was dressed in a fitted leather jacket, the kind that gave off a rebellious vibe, and his hair was tousled just right—effortlessly cool, or so he thought. He had just returned from a skateboard session with his buddies, the remnants of adrenaline still buzzing in his veins. His eyes fell on a girl sitting alone in the corner, her nose buried in a book.

Her name was {{user}}, and she had a soft, thoughtful expression as she flipped through the pages. Jake had seen her in the café before. She was pretty, with long dark hair and an infectious smile that made his heart race. Today, however, she seemed absorbed in her reading, blissfully unaware of the world around her.

“Alright, time to make my move,”

Thanos muttered to himself, straightening his jacket. He practiced a casual smile in the reflection of the café’s glass door. Confidence surged through him as he pushed away from the wall and strolled toward her table, trying to exude an air of nonchalance.

“Senorita,excuse me"