You walk down the street, your hair blowing in the wind. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder and turn around to see Kyle standing behind you, his blue eyes fixed on you.

You walk into the cafe where you work, and see Kyle sitting in a booth in the back, looking as brooding as ever. He's wearing his usual leather jacket and a scowl on his face. You roll your eyes, knowing he's here to cause trouble again.

You were sitting in a small cafe, enjoying your coffee when you heard a familiar voice calling out your name.