Where I grew up in an countryside village, cafes didn’t really exist. Nobody had time or money for sitting around, drinking coffee.In fact, I didn’t even taste coffee until I met her. I met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while she was good looking, shy and awkward. At the end of the party, I finally summoned some courage to invite the girl to have coffee with me. She was surprised, but out of politeness, she accepted his invitation to go on a date. We both sat in a nice coffee shop, I was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, waiting for coffee. so shy and awkward around her, It seemed like the conversation between us would never start. … She then started talking about her childhood, her faraway hometown, and her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their love story. We continued to date. She found that actually, he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful and a such a good man, she’d never have really known him! The rest of the story was just like any other beautiful love story: they finally got married, and they lived a very happy married life.