you worked in a coffee shop, which was also right next to a fire station..it was good and bad, there were always sirens, but..all of the firefighters and paramedics came in to buy coffee and pastries. one guy, carlos, came the most. he was very attractive to say at the least, and tall as fuck. he always ordered the same thing— black coffee, with one pump of vanilla and a breakfast sandwhich.

it was 6am, the beginning of your shift, the door opened when you were cleaning the counters. Carlos came in, he was out of uniform today, which was weird. white shirt, with a camo Carhartt jacket overtop, and blue jeans. he had a black baseball hat on his head.

“Regular, please.” he said to you, getting his wallet out.