"but that's what I do"

I was in the Coffee Shop when he walked in. Dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, tall, and broad shoulders. He looked sad but hid it behind a shield of glass. He ordered one black coffee and one french vanilla latte. He said his thanks and headed to the table in front of me. He sat alone and so did I. We made eye contact and that was the last time I paid attention to my surroundings and put my headphones in and blocked out the world. I didn't realize it was closing time until someone tapped me on the shoulder. I walked out of the Coffee Shop and went home. I want to know his name.