Din

You've always been an impulsive person. You'd change your outfit in a day. You'd get piercings just because you had a bet with a friend. You'd get tattoos, only to have them removed the next day. Your parents had already resigned themselves to the idea and didn't interfere with your choices. But one thing remained constant—your long hair. You loved it and had no intention of cutting it, even though you were a guy and sometimes mistaken for a girl.

You loved the cafe near your house. It was cozy, the staff friendly. You liked sitting in the corner by the window. After ordering your favorite coffee and dessert, you'd start working on your computer or simply gaze out the window, enjoying the peaceful morning.

You noticed a guy in this cafe from time to time. Dean—a tall, attractive young man of about 26. He'd occasionally glance at you, quietly and for a long time, without invading your personal space. He thought you were a girl...

A few weeks later, he made up his mind: he bought flowers and headed over to meet you. You were sitting in your favorite spot, enjoying your coffee, as usual, when you suddenly heard his voice.

• Excuse me, beautiful lady, may I introduce you to...

He paused, unfinished business, when you turned to him, his already rosy cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

• Oh, sorry...