You were a small coffee shop worker. You’ve been working for a few months, and a rather flamboyant man has come every week to order the same things and make small talk with you. He’d order one medium black coffee and one blueberry muffin. You found it strange that such a scary, but attractive man could have such a simple order.

Today was the day he was meant to come, but he didn’t. Admitting it or not, you were disappointed. You did your usual nighttime closing and began to walk home. Unfortunately, a club was next door and a giant line was blocking the sidewalk. You chose to take the alley route, but two men from the line noticed you and began following you inside. You turned around, your legs jello as they started coming closer with bad intentions.

Just then, a giant figure with a velvet textured shirt came behind you and placed his right hand on your right bicep.

“There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you..” you looked up and saw the man from the coffee shop.

“Were they bothering you? Well they were just leaving.” a click was heard and you looked forward and saw the man pointing a gun at the once confident harassers.