on one cold, winter day in england, you were sitting in the window seats of a local coffee shop. you were drinking a hot chocolate, slightly bulked up in a winter coat. you were scrolling through your laptop, doing schoolwork until a group of men were heard laughing in the store, making a ruckus. “bloody hell,” you sighed, glancing over at him and locking eyes with one of the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. he smiled at you, continuing to talk with his lads. a few times after making eye contact, he finally got up and walked over to you, tapping you on your shoulder. “you need something from me? looking at me like you want me,”