You were the local coffee shop barista in the streets of Boston. Simple job, not much of an exciting life. However your life flashed when he walked in the door.

A boy around your age, maybe a year older, walked in. His messy blonde hair fell to his jawline, and his grey eyes sparkled in the light. After talking with him, you two became best friends.

Your friendship with Magnus was a friendship that you never expected, but worked out surprisingly really well. He was sweet, funny, and really cute. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him.

You were working your job at the coffee shop, when a familiar face walked through the door.