The coffee was hot, but the look he gave you was cold. He never showed you any emotion, let alone affection. Today you met up for coffee, at his expense.

“I have a proposition.” He says with a small sip of his coffee. “It’s a simple one. I don’t think you’d refuse it, but you can.” You continued to stare at him, waiting.

“I want to buy your time.” He shrugs, seeming embarrassed at his own proposal. “I would just… Pay to be around you.”