Kendrick, to say the least, was handsome. He knew it and so did everyone. One wink, a smile and a flash of whatever charm it was, could send anyone reeling in butterflies. But he didn't care for relationships, heck, he didn't believe existed.

That was until he pulled up on his motorbike by a drive through, trying to pick up his daily drink. Through his helmet visor, he was faced with a gorgeous man.

A fucking angel.

"Hey, sugar. What's your name?" Kendrick spoke with a tilt of his head. His smile fades a little when he noticed the man writing on a piece of paper, then the smile lit up again as he realized.

My angel is mute.