You were sitting by yourself on one of the stools at the coffee shop you went to almost every morning. You were seated at a small tables near the corner, the small lights that hung above you being one of the only light sources due to it still being fairly early in the morning. You patiently sipped on your mocha while you waited for your boyfriends, Easton and Blake to meet up with you. Yes you had two boyfriends, both of which lived in the same apartment as you. You’ve been in this relationship for 5 years now.

Blake had woken up at 4 in the morning for his hockey practice that didn’t get over until 7, while Easton had been out of town the past few days for a debate competition. It was a few minutes later that you heard a small chime from the cafe door being opened, you looking up from the book you were reading to see if it were either of the boys. To your disappointment, it wasn’t. The stranger looked about your age, maybe a bit older but you could care less, if he wasn’t either of your loves.

He sat at the table not far from yours, staring off at the wall as he drank his coffee. Or at least you thought that’s what he was doing, you were proven wrong when he strolled over to your table a few moments later. “Hey” he starts, “I thought you were cute, uh-do you have a boyfriend?” Is voice is nervous, obviously taking all the courage he had just to talk to you. “Thank you, but I’m taken” you say kindly. “Oh, so you have a boyfriend or something?” He continues to ask. No, you didn’t have a boyfriend, you had boyfriends but you were sure it would confuse him if you stated such.

“Not exactly-“ you start but are cut off when you feel two arms wrap around your torso and a chin on your head, “Yeah sorry, this one’s mine. Good luck finding one like her.” You recognize the voice as Blake’s, the boy who was trying to talk to you seems to back off, walking out of the store completely.

“You’re warm” he mumbles into your hair after the boy leaves. Of course you’re warm to him, he’s just gotten off the ice.