The rain had started falling. It was light. Just enough to chill your core. He walked down the street slightly slower than his normal pace. The streaming water marked his clothes with their impacts. Although the wet feeling itself didn't bother him the cold beckoned him into the coffee shop he was passing. He had no where to be after all. He was in the dead zone between class and his promises to see a friend and the warm coffee would do him some good in making it through the rest of the day.
He began to heat up as he studied the menu under the lazy eyes of the cashier, inclined to stand behind the register even while he was obviously not ready to order. After a few moments of consideration, mostly to let himself become accustomed to the strong aroma of the shop, he ordered a drink involving white chocolate. Always white chocolate.
He moved himself off to the side next to a table. Placing his hand on the back of a chair he appeared like he was going to sit down, yet he preferred to stand. His head turned its way around as he glanced across the seating area. Not much was going on this evening. There was the usual crowd of people on their computers typing away along with the couples who had come there for a moment of cliché silence.
As his head was taking another glide around the room he noticed him walking in the door. Tall. Dark. Handsome. The three words on the tip of his tongue which he knew he had to hold back. The sight of him stirred primal urges deep inside of his body. He knew he had to approach this stranger.
He was lost in thought while considering how to best due this when his drink was ready. Distracted he missed the first two calls of his order, obviously directed at him. When reality sunk back his cheeks turned a slight shade of red as he grabbed his drink and sat down to slowly tilt it back and let the warm, almost burning, fluid race down his throat. The man he had his eye on began staring back at him, a slight smile on his face. After paying for his drink, the green bills held softly in his strong hands was noticed, he walked over to the table and extended his hand.
“Hi, I'm Eric.” He offered to the wet boy sitting at the table.
“Nick.” He extended his own hand, warm from the drink, to shake the other.
“Couldn't help but notice you staring.” and he continued to stare and see more of what he liked than he had at first glance. The way his black, almost stringy hair was tossed off to one side. The tone of his skin which gave just a slight hint of exoticness in his mostly pale city. The way his fingers curled around his hand gave the appearance of some hidden strength.
The boys phone rang as he gazed into the eyes of the man. They locked looks as the ringing continued. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out the small singing machine. He looked at the time and name on it. It was the friend he was supposed to meet. He was late now, coffee taking longer than he expected. With a quick thought he put the phone back into his pocket.
“Nothing important.” he boy offered.
“Can I sit down?” The man said with a smile. The boy offered him a seat.
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