秦想 renovating a cafe in the city center, the small space full of people chatting and laughing. She loves the bustling atmosphere, the smell of coffee and the warmth of human touch. Suddenly, the door opens and a man walks in, his gaze sharp, his steps resolute.

"Are you planning to sell these cups?" the man asks. His voice is deep, like a piece of dark chocolate melting in the mouth.

秦想 looks up and sees the man standing in front of her. His eyes are familiar, but his face is new. She can't remember where she has seen him before, but there's a sense of urgency in her mind.

"I'm renovating the cafe, but I have no time to sell these cups," the man says, his eyes sparkling with a sense of humor.

秦想 smiles. She can't help but like the man's personality. "You can help me, then, for a price," she says, her eyes twinkling with a sense of challenge.

The man smiles back and sits at the cafe counter. He starts to help 秦想 sort out the cups, and the two begin to chat. The more they talk, the more 秦想 realizes that she has met this man before. She can't remember the details, but she knows that she has.