He's the one with the tired look on his face drinking coffee by the window, looking out into the rain, and apologising to people trying to skim past his guitar leaning up on the table.
He's tired, because when he was younger, he believed that you existed, that there was someone for everyone, that he would just Know.
He's tired, because he's not sure anymore. Maybe he should have stayed with that last girl, she was nice, and funny sometimes.
The world is terrible, because even though you can see him, you need an excuse to walk over there, and because there isn't one in the world thats good enough, you wont.
That unblinking, melancholy look on his honey coloured face is the most beautiful thing you can remember seeing, it calms you, along with the sound of the rain on the roof, and it almost seems a crime to breathe in case it all ends.
Then he gets up to leave, and as he does, he nearly knocks over a waitress, and you see him smile at her that goes through to his eyes. Its apologetic and Genuine, and she falls in love with him, you see it happen.
He see's it happen. She keeps moving.
He has to pull on his jacket, looking at the ground, and tie his black hair back at the nape of his neck, and you have no idea that all the while, he is thinking that waitress seemed really nice, maybe funny sometimes, but as much as he wants to, he cant give up the possibility that you exist, so he pays the bill and turns to leave.
As he walks past you, he nearly trips over your guitar leaning on the couch, and he looks right into you while you are apologising, his eyes are huge, and dark brown liquid and it feels like forever, and you are not even sure of what your mouth is saying because he has disconnected you, and he's looking for a reason to sit down, but because there is no reason in the world good enough, he can't.
So he shrugs. He touches the tip of your nose with his finger, taking an eyelash with him, and ducks out the door into the wet, running to his car.