- #Wattys2015 Was it really difficult for Lynn Tiffany to recognize the looks of him, the guy with the well-groomed amber streaked hair, the flawless looks with the charming grin that seemed to crook in a perfect angle, the guy himself? He was the ideal boy every girl could lay her hands down on. As if it were a conspiracy plotted by itself, they met each other. At the same café, requesting the same coffee; at the same place, at the same time. And Lynn could've sworn solemnly, that she was certain she had somehow seen him before, him lost in her world of remembrance. Lynn remembers him, but does he?