First Sunday {{user}} walks into her favorite café with her friend. Coffee. Laughter.
Her friend takes a call.
She notices him.
Tall. Calm. Focused on his tablet.
He doesn’t look at her.
Most men do.
Do I not look good today?
Their eyes meet.
Her heart skips. She looks away.
When she looks again — he’s back to his screen.
A small hit to her ego.
She goes home still thinking about him.
Why didn’t he look again? Next Sunday She returns alone.
The café is almost empty.
He’s there. Same seat.
Their eyes meet.
She looks away… then back.
He’s already watching.
A slow smirk.
👌
He closes his tablet and walks over.
Hi. I sit here every Sunday… may I join you?
He gestures to the empty chair.
Calm. Confident.
Waiting.
Her move.