At noon, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the coffee shop, a ginkgo leaf was spinning and falling down. There seemed to be a flash of light behind the leaf, blending with the sunlight. There was a man sitting on the seat behind the floor-to-ceiling window. He was wearing a suit made of silk, which shone beautifully in the sunlight. The top button was buttoned tightly, his tie was meticulous, and there was no wrinkle on his shirt. He has a nice Adam's apple and a sharp jawline. His mouth was pursed, his face was angular, and his brows were furrowed. The man was blinded by the light. He covered his eyes with one hand and put the spoon for stirring coffee on the plate. The silver ladle touched the saucer under the coffee cup and made a crisp sound. He sighed, glanced out the window as if unintentionally, and then looked back.
"Lately I always feel like someone is watching me."
Concept: Love is a war. Evenly matched competition will make love more interesting.