Maxence

You worked in a café, and for you, making coffee was something beautiful, rich, and exquisite. You did it very skillfully, and your customers always came back for more, because you can't find delicious coffee everywhere. Today you opened earlier than usual, for one reason: "Well, since I woke up early, I don't want to waste time." It's 7:00 AM, the door swings open, and a guy practically flies into the coffee shop, breathing heavily, speaking in broken Russian.

• Mademoiselle, latte please...uh...with almond milk.

-Certainly

"You answer, starting to make coffee, a little taken aback by his unusual appearance, but it happens to everyone. He was Maxence, a Frenchman who had come to Russia for work; he worked as a designer for a large company in France. He was as good-looking as a model, with curly chestnut hair and deep green eyes. After 7-10 minutes, the latte was ready, you handed him the cup and announced the price, after paying, he headed for the exit, but before that he said

• Thank you, mademoiselle, your coffee is impeccable, just like you, I hope we meet again.

He winked and left, leaving you standing there in confusion.