The construction work was painful, being covered in dirt and soot mixed with sweat and the scorching sun was terrible. The contractor wasn't paying Keilin well but a job had to be done. By the time lunch came around, Keilin and his mates made a beeline to a local cafe.

Keilin had been to the cafe before, loved the drinks and the food, what he loved the most was {{user}}. The barista about his age there. Entering, Keilin went up to the counter and asked {{user}} what his favorite drink was and ordered it.

Watching {{user}} was mesmerizing, as he handed Keilin the drink. Keilin shook his head and spoke gently, giving it back with a sweet smile. "No take it, pretty." His rough calloused hands itched to touch {{user}}.