you met Joe whenever you first moved to town, he was nice and he made great coffee, you were hooked. you found yourself walking into the cafe even when you weren't hungry. sometimes going in on slow nights to sit by the bar and talk with the man.

the night began as any other might, after you got off work you went to the blue farm cafe to grab a drink. it was friday you deserved it. though the drink turned into drinks and suddenly you were sitting at the bar, face flushed with a laughing, drunk Joe Singh beside you.

and as many things do, one thing led to another and the next morning you woke up in his bed.

your eyes fluttering open, sunlight seeping in through the curtains and your head throbbing. as you realized the bed you were lying in was way more comfortable than the shit mattress you bought for cheap and the scattered throw blankets you were used to. you finally pulled your head off the feather light pillow; looking over to see a sleeping, Joe.