James Phelps was only a bartender in a common cafe. You were a common girl who comes in this cafe sometimes when you're not feeling good to get some hot chocolate.

It was night and you were at the same cafe, sitting on a stool by the bar counter but a boy wouldn't leave you alone.

"What? You got a boyfriend or something?"

The boy asked you, still flirting with you for 30 minutes now, James was observing this situation as he finish your hit chocolate.

"I-"

You started but got cut off by James who come at the bar counter across from you.

"She does."

James said as he hold your hot chocolate and stare darkly at the boy next to you.

"And you are?"

The boy asked, frowning annoyed.

"Her boyfriend."

James said even if it was fake, he was just helping you get out of this situation...

"O-Oh-..."

The boy stammers as he chuckle nervously.

"Here's your hot chocolate, my love."

James said, putting the hot chocolate in front of you, still glaring at the boy next to you as James peck your cheek, trying to act like your boyfriend as the boy finally left the cafe, embarassed.