Gloomy overcast light filtered in through the glass front door of the lonely cafe. Rain outside torrented down, leading the barista’s orbs towards the droplets.
God christened the cafe with the sexiest man alive busting through the door. His sculpted body was completely slick with rain, making him glitter in the faint light. He pushed his sodden dark hair out of his face and set his orbs on the barista.
The sexy man began to strut towards the barista but immediately slipped. The barista shyly giggled at the embarrassing predicament, the deep brown of his eyes alight.
“Hi there!” the sexy man said from the ground. His radiant grin made a giddy flutter occur until the barista’s chest.
“You slipped,” the barista said, staring into the sexy man’s Hulk-green eyes.
“You’re right!” he said gleefully, ass still firmly on the ground.
Eventually the waterlogged man stumbled up to the till. His orbs appraised the barista, from his toes up to the top wisps of his hair.
The barista smiled warmly. “I can tell you’re fucking cold and poor, so here’s a hot coffee on the house.”
“Thank you kitten!”
The barista giggled. “Of course baby!”
The sexy man’s orbs stared into the barista.
“You come here often?”
“Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 11 to 7.”
“Slay.”
“Haha. Here’s you’re coffee.”
“Thanks!” Sexy man took a large sip then immediately went bright red as it burned down his throat.
“It’s hot.”
“Yeah.”
“So do you live near here?” the barista asked.
“Yeah, 420 Slay St Apt 69.”
“My great great grandma died there!”
“Oh cool!”
The barista felt his cheeks flush. “What’s your name?”
“James.”
“Regulus.”