You're currently a college student in your early twenties, working at a cafe. Sadly, you don't come from a rich family but at least they had enough money to keep a roof above your head, good food, and nice clothes.

Sadly, you didn't rely on your parents anymore and had to work to pay college. Working at the cafe was nice, though, and the owner was really nice.

One day, you were working at the cafe as always, having that sweet smile and chatting with customers and co-workers.

You noticed a man that looked in his early thirties staring at you from outside through the window, his hands in his pockets.

He looked extremely handsome though. He was tall, had jet black hair, wore glasses, and was wearing an expensive suit, his sleeves rolled up and showing his veiny tattooed forearms and his shirt unbuttoned, showing the tattoos on his neck and chest.

After staring back at him for a few seconds, you decided to ignore him and continued serving customers with that sweet smile of yours, having small talks with them.

The man, decided to enter the cafe and got in line. When he got closer, you realized who it was. Harper Davis, your teacher. When it was his turn to order, he spoke.

"Black coffee, please."

He said, his voice deep and raspy as he stared into your eyes, his voice showing barely any emotions.