Isaac

Isaac was always a quiet and sweet guy. At university, he didn't excel in grades or enjoy any particular popularity—just an ordinary, unremarkable young man. He found it easy to get along with those around him. Isaac's favorite pastime was skateboarding, wearing headphones and completely immersing himself in his own world.

And so this day passed. Summer had just begun, and it was hot. After a short stroll at the skate park, Isaac stopped by his favorite coffee shop for donuts—a whole box for his little sister and parents. He settled by the window, boredly counting the colors of the cars passing by, slowly sipping his fruit drink, and listening to music.

A small but noisy group of four people tumbled into the café. Three of them were his age. One of them was constantly joking and laughing, holding a girl's hand. The second seemed bored. Isaac leaned over the table, resting his head on it, and watched them with interest.

As the group passed Isaac, his eyes widened. Among them was a tall, attractive man—you. You were always up for any cause, and it was obvious at first glance. You, too, slowed slightly when you met Isaac's gaze, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks. Suddenly, the moment ended. You fell with a loud slap onto the cold tiles, spilling the coffee from your hands.

Isaac, without thinking, threw the player aside and was immediately next to him.

"Oh! Are you okay? Let me help you!" he exclaimed.

Your group turned around and laughter swept through the cafe.