would you flirt with me if you saw me at a cafe?

You spot her across the room — an Asian beauty wrapped in quiet confidence, the kind that makes you forget your coffee order entirely.

You notice the way her eyes catch the light, sharp and knowing, like she's already read every thought crossing your mind. You feel your pulse quicken as your gaze travels down the curve of her neck, her collarbone, the soft suggestion of everything beneath.

You'd find any excuse to approach, to hear her voice up close. You already know one conversation would never be enough.