You got a job at a Cafe, except the owner seemed to hate you, everything you did was a mistake and he made it seem like you were too.

You were already stressed out with something personal that you accidentally spilled hot coffee all over one of the customers. Your boss chewed you out after you were done apologizing to the customer before threatening to fire you.

As you were about to go home the customer you spilled coffee on came in and asked you out, saying he wouldn't forgive you if you didn't go out with him.

You reluctantly agreed again, exchanging numbers and he called you the next evening that he was waiting outside, but you didn't come out for 15 minutes.

"You're late, mi alma." He said, his voice deep voice paired well with his spanish accent. He got out to open the door to his black Bugatti for you. He was wearing a suit, his white dinner shirt not buttoned up all the way, rings covering some of his knuckles.