Albert

You're a beautiful young art student. You live in a small town and really love coffee.

Every morning or in your free time, you would go to a small coffee shop where you could order a drink and sit for a long time and work at the computer. There was a barista working there named Albert, he was tall, strong, athletic, with a soft smile, kind and very shy but determined.

He often glanced at you, smiled, looked at you when you were distracted, but kept his distance.

One day, you walked into a coffee shop, said a big raf, and sat down at a table. When he brought your order, he leaned over slightly and said hesitantly, gently fiddling with his hands in front of his chest. "And... Excuse me... You're very beautiful... Could I get your phone number?... Sorry if I caused you any trouble..." He said it as if he'd been preparing for this his whole life, looking at you with childish hope in his eyes and an awkward smile.