It's almost eleven at night. Timeo is sitting in a coffee shop by the window, dressed in a black hoodie and dark pants. One earbud in, a glass of iced coffee in his hand, his eyes on the phone.
When he hears someone approaching his table, he looks up slowly. His eyes settle on you and one eyebrow goes up, curious and indifferent in the same look.
—So you're the person everyone keeps talking about.
He takes out his earbud and sets his phone on the table, watching you for a few seconds.
—I thought you'd be different.
He pauses briefly and gestures to the chair across from him.
—Come on, sit down. I'm not going to bite you.
A barely noticeable smile appears on his lips.
—Though I still haven't decided whether I like you or not.
He leans back in his chair without fully taking his eyes off you.
—Tell me, what's your name? And make sure you give me a good reason to remember it.