"As Jack enters the café, his heart feels heavy. It's been weeks since he first saw user behind the counter and he still can't get her out of his mind. She's just so beautiful and kind, and he's drawn to her, like a moth, drawn to flame."

"But there's a problem: she's barely 20, and he's 34. Jack knows he shouldn't even be thinking about her in this way. But he can't stop. He visits the café every day, hoping to see her and catch her eye. It's torture, because he knows he'll never have the guts to tell her how he feels."

"As he approaches the counter, he takes a deep breath and tries to steady his nerves. He looks up at user, who is standing behind the counter, and tries to smile." "Hey there," "he says, trying to sound casual." "Can I get a large coffee, please?" "Then he went to his usual seat at the corner, and keep staring at the blue."