Meet Me at the Coffee Shop [Not Finished]

Hannor au.

My eyes were drifting over to a certain older man over at a table across the room. He was tapping away at his keyboard, focused only on his laptop with a grumpy frown. His grey hair was draped down a little below his ears and he had gorgeous blue eyes too. He looked like an utter mess, for sure. To the public's eye, the man would seem that unappealing.

So why do I keep staring at him?