Sunglasses
The door to the shop opened with a soft jingle to admit a solitary customer. It was that time in the evening that all the stores were quiet, removed enough from the after-work traffic and closing time both that customers were few and far between, so Roxas was buried in a book when the man entered. He scowled down at the pages, irritated at the interruption (not at the book; he was loathe to leave that) before tucking the bookmark into place and closing it with restraint. He was at work, after all, even if he sometimes forgot that he was there to work, not read. No need to get angry at the fact.
The man had his back turned, examining a display, when Roxas finally looked up and he was instantly glad that he'd been scheduled for the day because, damn, it was quite a view from behind. His eyes went first to the shock of red hair, pulled into a French braid that was just a little too loose. Then to the pinstriped suit, expertly tailored, to fit the tall, slim body, and, oh, he perked up as his eyes traveled a little lower. His gaze lingered there for a moment, admiring the cling of those trousers, and he reluctantly dragged his eyes away. To work.
"Can I help you with anything?"
The man turned and Roxas had to hold his breath for a moment, because the front was just as beautiful as the back. Sharp, angular features, and eyes like he had never seen before. They were brilliant green and piercing, and Roxas thought it was a sin for this man to be in his shop, because eyes like those should never be hidden.
The redhead gave a small smile. "Maybe. I just lost my favorite pair of sunglasses and I was hoping maybe I could find something similar? Or maybe try something new, ya know?"
Roxas nodded. "Sure. Do you remember the style at all? Or maybe a picture of them, I can probably find something for you pretty quickly with a photo." All business. Eyes not wandering. Well, maybe they were.
"Ah, sure!" He produced an iPhone from his pocket, unlocked it, and began swiping. Stopped, and turned the screen so Roxas could see.
Okay, maybe he looked pretty damn good in those Dolce & Gabbanna sunglasses. Roxas snuck another look at those green eyes, though, and wasn't sure it was worth it. "I think I've got something similar."
"The name's Axel, by the way."
"Huh?" Roxas paused mid-step.
"Axel. Got it memorized?" Noticing Roxas' continued confusion, he added, "Do you have a pen? Maybe I can write it down for you. And some numbers, to go with it, if you like."
Roxas blushed. "What—"
Axel winked. "You're pretty cute, practically drooling over me. We should have coffee or something."
Roxas nodded numbly as he handed a pen and paper over.