He has seen her before. Long red hair and clear blue eyes. She often reads with a cup of warm coffee in hand and a lemon tart to the side, while she balances another novel in her other hand. He has seen her here before, of that he is sure. He watches from afar as her lips curve upwards into a discreet smile, she sips her coffee carefully, blowing cool air before indulging. He smiles his own private smile, and looks away.
This isn't the first time Jaime Lannister finds himself sitting alone at this quaint coffee shop (and he doubts this will be his last). But this is the first time he finds himself utterly captivated by something—by someone. He drags his hands across his face, trying to wipe the weariness off of it, but knowing he has failed (again). His golden hair falls over his eyes, skewing his vision of the girl with long red hair, copper and beautiful and mesmerizing. He feels himself stare at her, feels curiosity brew, but before he can convince himself to approach her, he decides to stand up and walk out the door: choosing instead to brave the rain.
She feels his eyes on her, and this isn't the first time. She's seen him before, maybe here or maybe elsewhere, but she knows she has seen him. Golden hair and eyes like emerald. He's sitting now with a cup of coffee in hand and a glazed look on his face. There are books strewn on his table, all opened and well read. She is sure he has been like this for several minutes. She smiles a shy smile, and sips her coffee to better look at him.
This isn't the first time Sansa Stark is hiding from the rain (and the real world) in this little café. She has frequented this place for some time, and finds solace in its warm confines. This is, however, the first time she finds her heart racing and her mind unfocused. He is beautiful, she thinks as she turns the page of her book. She breathes a deep breath, summoning the courage to approach him, but he has beaten her to it. Without notice, the beautiful golden-haired man is no longer sitting at the table across from her, she is alone now, while the man ponders the rainy streets.