I’ve been thinking about him all day. Even during class, I kept replaying every detail of yesterday at the café. Honestly, I feel like I’m being a bit overdramatic — how could someone have such an impact on me so quickly?
In the afternoon, I received a message from him. He actually remembered to ask how my day was! I was surprised, but also a little happy. Unlike guys my age, he didn’t come on too strong. Instead, his tone was gentle and caring, asking if I had eaten well and how my classes were going. His concern felt like a soft breeze, calming and comforting.
We ended up talking for a long time. He told me how he moved from a small town to the big city and about how he once stayed up all night working on a project. His life is so different from mine. I was both curious and a bit in awe. I’ve always thought of myself as brave, but compared to him, it feels like I haven’t experienced much at all.
Then he said he wants to take me to that bookstore tomorrow… and oh my god, I’m kind of nervous. I’ve already started imagining it: he’ll probably be in his usual suit, with that calm, reassuring smile. And me? What should I wear? How should I act so I can come across as confident?
I’m not sure if I’m making a rash decision. We’ve only known each other for two days, and even though he seems gentle and trustworthy, I don’t really know him yet. I feel torn: part of me craves the sense of security he gives me, but another part of me is worried I might be falling too fast, too soon.
But either way, I’ve decided I’m going. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t. Maybe after seeing him again, I’ll have a clearer idea of how I really feel about him.
For now, I just hope I won’t be disappointed.

Today was so strange. It feels like my life got completely thrown off balance, but… somehow, it’s become more interesting.
This afternoon, I met him at a café near school. Honestly, I never thought I’d be attracted to someone so much older than me. He’s almost as old as my dad… but I don’t know how to explain it, the feeling was just different .
We met while waiting in line for coffee. At first, it was just the usual small talk, like any strangers would. He was wearing a grey suit, and he looked so put-together. I actually first noticed his watch. He seemed like the kind of person who had great taste — someone with stories, someone who’s lived. Then we started talking about books, and, unbelievably, he’s read my favorite one! For a second, I felt like I saw something gentle in his eyes… it was such a strange feeling.
I think we talked for a long time, but time flew by. When I finally got my coffee, my heart was racing, and I almost didn’t realize that I’d agreed to go with him to this bookstore he mentioned — he said it’s nearby and really worth checking out. And I said yes!
I’m sitting in my dorm room now, replaying every detail from this afternoon. I’m not really sure what I’m feeling… I just turned 18, and he’s a grown man. But… the way he looked at me made my heart race. His voice, too — so warm and steady, nothing like the boys I’ve known. Whenever he speaks, it’s like I’m wrapped in this comforting atmosphere.
Maybe I’m overthinking it? He probably just sees me as a little sister or something… but then again, maybe I should check out that bookstore?
Either way, I guess I’m kind of looking forward to seeing him again. I just feel a little confused right now, not sure how to deal with these feelings… maybe being around him will help me find some answers?