After about two hours of reading and making notes, I was ready to leave. It was much harder to focus with that many distractions invading my mind.

People were walking back and forward. My eyes kept watching the entrance subconsciously. Also, I could feel Jasper's eyes on me whenever he had a free moment, and lastly, Jess came to my table from time to time, distracting me from what I was doing. It was a total defeat.

I stretched my back, deciding to pack my stuff and go home. After a short nap, I could try again in peace in my room.

"I'm going. Call me when to pick you up, okay?"

"Sure. I will be out at 6." Jasper looked up at me over the counter while he dried the glasses with the kitchen towel.

"Look at you, so caring." Jess appeared by his side, grinning at me. "You are making perfect husband material."

"I appreciate it, but I'm not interested." I started walking away.

"It's not an offer. I have a boyfriend." I said nothing back to her and walked as fast as I could, but I caught Jasper saying loud enough for me to hear "poor boyfriend."

I chuckled under my breath, finding it funny. When I left the building, I froze when my eyes met the guy I hoped to see. For a moment, our eyes met as he passed me just to enter the building.

In that second, he managed to make me speechless and frustrated on the way back to my car. Oh, how I wished I could meet or talk to him at some point. But I was weak. 

Lying on the bed with my face tucked into the pillow was one of the best feelings I experienced in the entire week. I can't say that I had no reflection on my study session as it was a good reminder of why I always studied at home.

The next day I woke up late since I couldn't sleep during the night. The more the mysterious guy remained in my head, the more restless my nights became. The more I thought of him, the more I couldn't think about anyone else. Who are you? What is your name? I wanted to ask him many more questions, but only if I could. Only if I was brave enough.

I took a shower, running cold water at the end. It helped me to clear my mind and wake up. I wore simple black clothes, and like every morning, I walked to the kitchen where Jasper waited for me with breakfast.

I decided to tell him about my tiny obsession. But not today and not any day soon. I felt embarrassed, and I knew he would laugh. He would say to own it and just say hi to him and not behave like a teenager. I didn't even know what it was that I felt. I'm sure in the beginning, it was curiosity, and maybe I was so repellent towards my life that my mind made up something to focus on, just for its own entertainment.

"I'm leaving now. See you later?" I waved at him as I watched him leave the room, only to hear the sound of the door closing following his footsteps.

I arrived at work earlier than I wanted. There was no traffic, the weather was great, and I found a parking space immediately. I felt the universe watching me today. Possibly it was one of those rare days when everything goes in your favour.

Or maybe not. When I walked into the cafe, it was so busy that I had to change quickly and help others nearly run and trip in the process. I didn't even notice the mystery guy that entered the shop and was in the queue for a couple of good minutes. It wasn't until he told me his order that I awkwardly froze for a split second and realized that I had forgotten that he existed.

I couldn't catch my breath until the afternoon break. I was exhausted and still had three hours left. Right after work, I needed to go to the library to pick up some books. Also, I promised to meet up with the people Jasper called for dinner a while ago. At this point, as I sat in a chair at our dinner table, I was sure that the universe was not in my favour and would never be. It was cruel to give people hope and then take it brutally, but that was the world, and the world can be harsh at times.

Time passed too quickly. In the blink of an eye, I was once again standing behind the counter, taking orders. Person after person. I didn't see the faces properly focusing on the orders and keeping them in the proper order. In those moments when we had a full house, communication was most important, so I focused on doing my job well.

At one point, when I gave Danny an order for two lattes, a mystery guy appeared from behind the customer, handing me a piece of paper. It was small, neatly folded into four. He disappeared the moment I was about to ask him what it was. I looked around, trying to find him in the crowd, but he was gone. I put it in my pocket, making sure it was deep enough not to lose it.

I cursed mentally every second for the next three hours before I could finally go out and see what he wrote there. The pocket where the note was hidden burned my skin, and it took all my willpower to focus on what I was doing. Saying I was distracted was far from what I was feeling. With every fibre in my body, I was holding back from just running into the back room.

Once I was able to leave- I hurried off, and as soon as the door closed behind me, I took out the paper and unfolded it. There was a phone number, but it didn't belong to him. Now I was not distracted but completely confused as I tried to understand the meaning of this note. If you don't see me tomorrow, call this number.

"What the fuck," I cursed to myself. The rush of emotions and thoughts drilled into my head, making the world around me spin. I wouldn't be surprised if I fainted or started crying. I didn't want to tell Jasper about the mystery guy I was almost stalking, but I had no choice. It felt like a joke, and I had to talk about it with someone. If not, I would possibly blow up.