Juan had been a coffee shop owner for the last 5 years of his life. He loved his job and now moved to a bigger shop, which happend to be underneath your appartement.

It was a normal sunday morning, you got ready for your morning run and headed downstairs, just to find Juan with a lot of boxes. Your eyes met and he smiled at you, walking closer.

"I'm Juan, the new owner of the shop. I assume you live here?" He asks with a soft smile, looking you up and down. Checking you out.