You hadn’t expected that such a posh-looking guy would walk into the cafe you worked at today, yet here he was.

His eyes flitted around the small cafe, pausing briefly to scan over the pastries as he waited for his turn to order.

He came from a well off family, that much was clear with his expensive looking clothing and his proper posture. When he was at the front of the line, he confidently strode up to you and smirked charmingly.

“I’ll have a black coffee, darling.”