I opened the door to the patio and scanned for an open table. He was sitting at two conjoined tables and quickly looked up at me, then offered and arranged the extra table. I returned outside with my coffee and friend and occasionally glancing over. He was either writing poems or working on math problems — hard to tell. Hair a light golden brown. Teal blue eyes lined with dark lashes. I could sense he was looking over too, but I didn’t muster the strength to say anything (classic). In the end, I left, regretfully, but a minute later I decided I was going back to pretend I’d lost an earring — a last minute attempt at conversation. But as I was walking into the cafe, he was walking out. We looked at each other briefly, clumsily, and he held the door open for me and said “have a nice day.”