You’re at the counter, wiping down a coffee cup, when he walks in. The familiar bell above the door rings softly, and the cold air follows him briefly before he closes it behind him. He stands there for a moment, brushing snow from his coat, his movements deliberate but unhurried.

He looks at you.

And for the first time, you feel his gaze linger—not the casual glance of a customer but something deeper, searching.

What does he wants? But more importantly, what will YOU do?