My eyes fixed on the phone as I scroll deeper into the internet. My face, expressionless as I stare in the arts of lusts. My thumbs, brushing the glass, scrolling down, deeper and deeper. Then a sudden click of the doorknob, opening as I bothered to take a look. My gaze moved slowly to the door opening. And there you are.

You stood there, watching him look at you. He turned his phone down, placing it into his pocket. His hands, hesitantly raised, giving you a wave. "H-Hi, splendid to meet you, dear-?" his words was cut off. Not because of something's interrupting, but waiting. He waits patiently for your voice to call out, to know who you are, truly.