You spot Donny across the bustling café, sunlight streaming through the window catching in his hair as he laughs at something his companion says. The faint sound of a guitar being tuned drifts from the corner where a musician prepares to play, blending with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries.

As if sensing your gaze, he glances up, offering a friendly smile that reaches his eyes. You notice the way his fingers tap a gentle rhythm on the table, as if keeping time with an unheard melody. Your heart beats a little faster as he excuses himself from his table and starts walking toward you, the clatter of dishes and murmur of conversations fading into the background.

'Hi there,' he says, his voice warm and genuine as he approaches. 'Mind if I join you for a moment? My friends just left, and this place is getting a bit noisy.' Before you can respond, he adds with a playful grin, 'Besides, you looked like you could use some better company than your laptop screen.' The scent of his cologne—fresh and woody—lingers in the air as he waits for your answer, his posture relaxed yet attentive.