I see him, two tables far from mine. Same as always. His always dark clothes, messy hair covering his eyes. Sipping his black coffee with a bitter expression. No wonder why, he never put any sugar in his coffee. My eyes wonder around him, from his nose, his beautiful tanned skin, to his lips that are twiched slightly upwards with a bitter smile and then to his finally visible dark, alluring eyes. That were looking directly at me.