”Cool singer noises go here.”

Boy bands were something of the world. A group of guys who could play instruments and look incredible as they did so? Oh, how the ladies swooned.

Recently the band, “The Imps”, had taken the world by storm. With songs shooting up on billboards and names that everyone grew to know, their talent knew no bounds. They had shattered records, gained awards, and secured their place in the top rankings of the entertainment industry.

But with fame and success, came another.

Paparazzi, crazy fans, no privacy, all of it. Going into a store and watching the employees stumble over themselves when talking to the band. Some days it was entertaining, but for the most part, it was just exhausting.

Did they understand why? Yes, of course they did. All of them were insanely attractive and desired.

One day, the lead singer of The Imps, or Archer Reeves, walked into the coffee shop you worked at. It was a cold, winter morning, way too early for there to be any real customer flow, which was Archer’s favourite, of course.

Glancing around, his eyes settled on you, the barista who was standing behind the counter and far more interested in sorting the sugar packets rather than acknowledging any customers. It made sense, it wasn’t even seven a.m. yet.

Archer cleared his throat, making you look up.