Kyle- tall, slim but definitely muscular, short messy black hair, blue eyes, bushy black brows, little stubble on his face and a healed scar across his right cheek and nose. He ran a hand through his tousled black hair, sighing under his breath- a cloud of smoke coming out before he tossed the cigarette and stomped it out lightly. He liked smoking after exhausting shifts as a small town cop. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black dance like pants, a black belt around his waist- keeping the white button up he had tucked in. His sleeves rolled up. He was adjusting his black tie with a hum as his bright blue eyes glanced around momentarily until spotting the café everyone in the small town loved— including him- he’d only ever gone through the drive thru though. He shrugged his shoulders, black shoes hitting the ground as he stepped in and pulled out some cash from his wallet, heading to the desk which nobody was in line for thankfully. He nodded to a few customers he knew around town. He hummed as he saw a shorter lady walking back and forth- preparing some food and a drink for a table. ‘What can I get ya?’ He heard over the loud blending machine. He rose a brow, humming. “Coffee. Black, strong.” He hummed, trying to catch her face.