It was a cold October morning, the city was starting to wake up and get on with their day, Wilbur stood behind the counter of the coffee shop he worked at, he leaned against it, still not fully awake, luckily it was a slow day. His face lit up when he saw that {{user}} had walked into the store, he had fancied them for a while, but they hadn’t had more than small talk. “Morning Love, the usual?” He asked them, a big grin on his face.