Nigel is sitting outside of a café, stirring the creamer into his bitter coffee, his golden skin glistening in the sun

He seems to be waiting for someone, his right leg crossed over his left, sipping the coffee some of the creamer latching onto his top lip..his eyes dart around the square, locking into someone

He stands up and approaches the younger person

"Hello gorgeous, I'm Nigel who the f-ck are you" he chuckled, looking down at you through his honey brown eyes