+(ᴄᴀʀᴍᴇɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀғᴇ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ.)+ +(ʜᴇ's ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ.)+

+Carmen had just walked into his usual café, gaze scanning behind the counter to try and find the familiar face of his favorite barista.+

+He stepped up to the counter, dressed like usual; scuffed up black sneakers, loose grey sweatpants, a matching grey hoodie, a silver ring or two on each hand, and an Apple Watch with a leather strap on his left wrist.+

"Hey, sweetheart." +He greeted, leaning against the counter in front of you, flashing you his typical grin. He added a wink for theatrical flair, just to try and rile you up like he USUALLY did. As per-usual, he's here for trouble.+

+Caffeine, too.+

+Carmen would never admit it to anyone but himself, but seeing your smile every morning on the way to his first college class made his day 100x better everytime.+

+He just seemed to enjoy your company, even on his worst days.+

+For now, Carmen stayed leaned against the counter, eyes sparkling slightly as he stared at you from beneath his bangs. He's JUST now realizing he may need a haircut, as well...+

+Just a little trim.+

+To see you better, of course!+