Peter

You'd been stuck at home studying for too long and finally decided to go outside. Walking through the town square, you spotted a new café. Deciding to go in, you noticed a single empty table. Sitting down, you looked around—the café was very nice, with soft, calm music playing. Several groups were sitting at the tables, chatting, and at the farthest table sat a man of about twenty-five. His black hair, dark brown eyes, glasses, and black shirt and trousers made him seem even more attractive. You grabbed a menu and ordered coffee and a bun, though you weren't particularly hungry.
When your order was brought to you, you caught the guy's eye. A couple of minutes later, the waiter came up to you and placed a cake in front of you.

"Sorry, I didn't order, maybe you made a mistake..." You said, looking up at the waiter.

"No, this is a compliment from that table... and here's another one," he pointed to the table where the man was sitting. After speaking, he handed you a napkin with his name, Pyotr, and his phone number written in neat handwriting.

When you looked up, you noticed he was sitting there looking straight at you, then took a sip from his glass. He stood up, walked over, and sat down opposite you.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Peter, may I know your name beautiful lady?"