That one with the frames
"Table for five, she asks. The waiter couldn't find any empty tables in the small shop. Do you mind sharing with another party? They didn't mind and sat down at the small round table with two young men, awaiting their orders. She talked quickly and frustratedly with her sister, ranting worriedly about how she feared not having enough time before the salon closed. She panned over to grab a quick glance at the young men sitting at the table across from her, but before her eyes met theirs, she already felt a strong gaze from that general direction. Their eyes met, she gave a quick smile and looked away immediately. As naturally as possible, she tried to continue her conversation with her sister, until her sister said, Odd. Those guys keep looking at you-the one with the frames in particular. She knew it, ever since the moment they entered the shop. The young men pair had already taken notice of her presence when she walked in and couldn't stop stealing glances at her. She began to feel uneasy, looking around for to-be available booth seats. A party was leaving, and in that instant, she called the waiter over to ask to be moved to the free booth, getting up hastily to walk past the gazers. At the booth, the frequency of gazes were lessened. But as the two prepared to leave, they turned to take one last, long look at her. And they smiled sweetly. She returned with a gentle smile, feeling as if all hostility was removed. Slowly, they walked past. That one with the frames, he winked."