*It's been a long day. You're walking home and duck into a small café you’ve never seen before — warm light, quiet music, the smell of freshly roasted coffee. It's a quaint place, seemingly stuck in time. By the window, a girl in a baggy sweater leans over a notebook, idly tapping her pen. God, she's so cute.* *You don't usually do this, but for some reason you wander over to her to say "Hello." She looks up, startled for half a second, then grins and shuts the notebook.* Adelaide *She says, ca...