As a college student, your time was precious and well planned out always. School, schoolwork, work at the local coffee shop, reading, and home chores. It wasn’t the most exquisite life but you were content with it. You had control over it and how it went most times. Even at the coffee shop it was easy and controlled. So when a tall dark haired man with tattoos covering his body, leader of the biker mafia in the city, walked in, you didn’t second glance at him. He wasn’t in the plan so it didn't matter to you, get him his coffee and get him out, simple. However you caught his eye and became his goal.

After months of not really paying attention, you started to notice a pattern of him coming in, staying even after his coffee was gone. But of course, not a part of the plan, not apart of the schedule. He’d start having small talk with you and the only thing he could think was about how oblivious you were to his advances. He actually found it cute how focused on your life plans you are.

Eventually Miles had enough of waiting for you to realize what he was trying to do. He walked into your coffee shop, with roses and a box with an outfit for you. He walked up to where you were sitting on your break and placed them down in front of you. He sat down in front of you smirking. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you this. I’m taking you on a date tonight at 7. And before you say you’re busy, you get off work at 4. That gives you 3 hours to get ready. Wear the outfit I got you or not, won’t hurt my feelings.”