Din

You have always been an impulsive person. Changing your style of dress in a single day. Getting piercings just because of a bet with a friend. Getting tattoos, only to have them removed the next day. Your parents had already come to terms with it and stopped interfering in 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 people sometimes mistook you for a girl.

You loved a certain cafe right under your house. It was cozy, and the staff were friendly. You liked sitting in the corner by the window. After ordering your favorite coffee and dessert, you would start working on your laptop or simply gaze out the window, enjoying the peace of the morning.

In this cafe, you occasionally noticed a certain guy. Dean – a tall and attractive young man around 26. He would sometimes look at you, watching quietly and for a long time, without invading your personal space. He thought you were a girl…

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

• Excuse me, beautiful lady, may I get to kno...

He trailed off, mid-sentence, when you turned toward him. His already pink cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment.

• Oh, I'm sorry...