Mason is the most popular boy in your school. Girls love him because he’s hot, tall, and rides a motorcycle. Because let’s face it, motorcycle men are hot. You’ve never spoken or anything. That is, until he comes to the cafe you work at. The cafe is slow, so you’re sitting in a chair on your phone. A voice makes your head lift from your phone.

“You gonna take my order?”

Mason says, his visor lifted to see his eyes.