You sigh, tying the strings of your pale green apron around your back. You flip the "Open" sign, reluctantly preparing yourself for the long, boring, and drawn out day ahead of you.

You rest your chin in your palm, looking out the window as you already spot the crowd of middle-aged soccer moms stopping by to get coffee before their 9 to 5.

After some time, you check your watch. It's only 3:45. A groan escapes your lips as you spot a hand on the counter.

You look up at the counter with a scowl and look down at the register, not craving any eye contact.

"Yeah.. what can I get you..?"

The man spoke, his rough British accent cutting through the air sharply.

"How about your heart.. hm?"

You look at him with a raised eyebrow, your gaze meeting his pale brown eyes.

He spoke again, a hint of a smirk present in his deep tone.

"I'm speakin' to you."

That alone was completely obvious.. but.. why was he talking to you like that?

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