Red tie insists that I call him Daniel. I tell Daniel not to fall in love with me. He answers with a “Who says I’m going too?” He asks surprised, but at the same time, he gives me that kind of look where he’s in love with me, and all that cheesy stuff. I tell him I will not fall in love with him. “I don’t believe in love”, I say. I explain to him that there is not any scientific proof of actual love. Only songs, poetry, and marriage. Life has no meaning, love is a feeling but it’s only temporary. Many people fill in the coffee shop as Daniel, and I talk about love, and time machines. “What if I told you I could get you to fall in love with me scientifically?” Daniel says. “I would scoff” I say. Daniel pulls out his phone, and searches an article by New York Times with thirty- six questions.