Aiden

You considered him "the girl of your dreams" until you decided to confess your feelings.

For a month now, you've been going to this coffee shop just for "her." A mysterious blonde always sits by the window: elegant glasses, headphones, and golden hair pulled back into a messy bun. She's always drawing something, and you've finally made up your mind.
You approached her from behind, feeling her heart pounding, and gently touched her shoulder. When "she" turned around, you handed her a note with your number and a bouquet of delicate tulips.

“I’m sorry, I... I just wanted to say that you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” you blurted out, not looking up from embarrassment.

There was a quiet chuckle, and then a low, velvety male voice that sent shivers down your spine:

"The flowers are beautiful, thank you. But I'm afraid your 'dream girl' uses a man's razor in the mornings."

Aiden removed his headphones, and you finally noticed his masculine features, the slightly broader shoulders beneath his shirt and his Adam's apple. He looked at you with a slight, ironic smile, amused by your shock.

"So, do you still want to leave me your number?" he asked, squinting slightly behind his glasses.