It was November 2017, at Starbucks. He lit up the room and I lost my breath. I worked there five days a week. Our Starbucks addicts were lined up at the door at 5:30 in the morning, on the dot. One of them was a well put together man. He looked as if he came from teaching a college lecture. While in his leisure time, he came to use the internet at Starbucks, I thought to conduct serious research on winning the next Nobel Prize on his 2008 Windows laptop. Who uses Windows anymore? Later I found out he was writing the next New York Times best-seller. I will never forget the day he stood in line to order his black coffee, while his computer took ten minutes to start up. I looked up behind the espresso bar and our eyes met. I couldn't stop looking at him. I knew that he was the man I would spend the rest of my life with. He had a mystery in his eyes, and a perfect jawline. I could not stop thinking about him. One day, Franklin came into Starbucks with a bright neon yellow shirt with black bold letters that read, "coach" on his back and "Train. Fight. Win" on the front. I called my friend Sona to ask her if she knew him, as she once trained at this gym. She told me that he is a coach there who teaches Jiu-Jitsu. So I thought, I could do Jiu-Jitsu. It was a few days before New Year's and my nails looked way too good to break them at the gym, so I signed up in January. Two months later, I confessed my love to him, the one I thought was my future husband, and he denied me so kindly. I fell in love even harder. Fast forward to November 2018. By this time we wrote a song together and became friends. So, I thought I'd give him another chance to answer correctly. He didn't. He left for Iceland without me. I think the cold really hit him though, because when he came back, we started dating.