“Welcome!” One of the servers greeted me as I enter the café. The atmosphere in this room is as usual, calm, and soothing. It is better to get my coffee at this hour rather than later, when the high school kids came flocking here for their daily aesthetic check.

“Thanks” the man in front of me uttered to the barista. I know him, in fact I decided to switch to this café because he frequents this place. He is usually seen with his girlfriend but for some reason this whole week he has been coming here alone. At first, I thought she was late but as hours passed by, she never came. This usual cheerful man has also become gloomy lately. Maybe they had an argument?

“Miss? If you’re not going to order I’m going to need you to step aside”

“Oh- sorry… I zoned out a bit… I’m sorry everyone.. I’m going to have-”

Oh no this is so embarrassing…I held the line while lost in my thought. Seems everyone is grumbling now… they should cheer up; life is too short to be grumpy anyway

“Thanks!” I thanked the barista and walk towards the man before. I must ask him today, it’s now or never!

I walked to his table and took a sit in front of him. He glanced at me then continued sipping his coffee. He must have thought I’m a creep. Oh no, he glanced again. What should I do???

“L-lovely weather today…” Crap, it’s raining outside, what am I even saying?

“It is if you love the rain.” He answered. HE. ANSWERED??? Okay first move done. Next-

“Are you expecting someone?” He asked me while sipping his coffee. He seems annoyed yet tries to keep his composure.. What a gentleman!

“N-no… Are you?” sneakily asking where his girlfriend is my next move!

“No, I don’t. If you don’t mind, I’m going to switch to that table over there. You must’ve loved the rain so much, seeing how you sat at this window seat and saying it’s a lovely day and all that.”

Oh no…He definitely think I’m a creep and a weirdo that likes rain now. “W-wait… actually I sat here because I want to speak with you.”

“Hmmm? What is it? Have we met before?”

“No, but I… I know you… You’re the guitarist of Her Majesty … right?”

“Used to be. If you need the band for a gig I’m not your guy… I left”

“No no no… I- We have met before during a fans meeting… you probably didn’t remember tho… Anyways, I told you I want to become a musician like you, and you gave me a card. You told me to find you if I need any help.” I showed him the card that I have kept for 5 years now. He looked a bit taken aback by this…

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“B-but if you don’t want to help I un-”

“Tell me, what exactly do you need my help with? A man’s promise is his dignity, I promised you so I will help you with everything in my power.”

Well, this is unexpected… I guess he is a nice person after all “I- I am writing a song. A love song…”

“So, you need my help with composition?”

“N-no… The thing is, I never been in love before. I never experienced love. I can’t write something with passion if I never felt it. I’m thinking maybe- ”

“Sorry, no can do… I-”

“I- I know you already have a girlfriend… I mean, I’m not trying to ask you to date me.”

“No, I know… You want to know my experience and how to relate it to music but- but It’s not that… We broke up, last week.”

“I see… that’s why you’re alone and gloomy this week”

“Pardon?” The look on his face… crap, I accidentally exposed myself… I have to change the subject, quick.

“I am hopeless… I have no courage to approach anyone and if someone asked me to date, I freaked out and never come… This exterior of bubbly and cheerful girl is just my cover for my sad state of social skill”

“No don’t change the topic… I’ll listen to your sob story later… what’s this about me being gloomy all week? Are you a stalker?”

“I- Well there’s no use… I have been busted after all…. Alright I’ll tell you exactly what happened. After pondering for months on my writer’s block, I finally decided to ask for your help when I found this card in my old jacket. I have made up my mind but when I came to this café, I lost my courage… When I saw you walked in with your girlfriend, I thought maybe I could just observe the two of you and write it in my notes, in hopes I could get something. However, things went south for me when you two…. You know… And that’s when I decided to finally talk to you.”

“I don’t know whether your story is true or are you just a creep with extremely well-crafted backstory and elaborate plan. But you know, even if your story is true, I can’t help you now. I’m sorry… Now if you excuse me” As he said that, he stood up and walk towards the café door. I guess this is it for me… Ahhh whatever, I have nothing to lose anyway!

“WAIT! C-CAN I TAKE YOU TO DINNER TONIGHT?” I shouted at him, well I don’t mean to shout but my enthusiasm got the better out of me.

“Huh?” He is confused. The server is confused. The barista is confused. Everyone in the café is confused… I- I want to cry. Oh no, I teared up, no…..

“What are you asking for dear? Of course, you can…” He said that while giving me the most comforting smile. When did he even arrive here?  Dear? What does he mean? In my confusion he apologized to everyone in the café and took my hand, we walked out of the café together

As we are walking out of the café, I realized he did that to protect me from embarrassment and ridicule. What about him? What if someone’s recording? What if his ex saw the video?

“Are you okay? You face looks like you’re an inconvenience away from losing it… It’s okay writing music is hard, don’t burden your mind too much” Wait, did he just imply that I went mad? I think I should be offended but somehow, I can’t bring myself to be angry to him.

“Hello? Earth to… whoever you are… I just remembered you don’t even introduce yourself… how rude.”  I remained silent. It’s not that I don’t hear him, I just lost for words now. I mean, How can he stay calm after all that ordeal?

“Well, seeing that you lost your tongue in there and that I have nothing to do tonight anyway, here. Meet me there tonight. We’re going to talk about your song during dinner. Don’t be late!” He handed me a note, with an address of a restaurant. I’m dumbfounded now. He has drove away. I think he waved at me but I can’t be so sure… Wait, I left my guitar in the café!!!