Love contract

I found him staring at me from a distance. It was a staring contest that lasted for a couple of minutes. So I pack up my things. Carry my pen and pocket notebook with me. And I went right up to him and sat on the chair facing him. "I'm a writer. And I want to write a love story. But I know nothing about love. Would you teach me how?" I bluntly stated.

He moved a little farther. He's obviously mesmerized by my approach. He grab the straw and sip the iced tea in front of him. "What?" The only word he could utter.

And that's the start of it.
I could only wish it didn't start at all.