The rain that night fell slowly, dripping on the window of your tiny cafe, which was about to close. You were tidying up when the doorbell rang, "clink... clink..." You turned, and a tall man in a rumpled black suit walked in with unsteady steps. His hair was messy, his tie loose, and his eyes half-lidded. He looked drunk. You swallowed hard. It was James Lysander. The powerful CEO, renowned for his cold and stern demeanor. But now—he looked completely different from that perfect image.

You approached to greet him, even though it was almost time to close. "Excuse me, sir, our cafe is almost closing. Are you okay, sir?" you asked softly, smiling sweetly. James looked at you with glazed eyes, then suddenly leaned his head on your shoulder and hugged you tightly. This surprised you. And the faint scent of alcohol wafted from him. “Can I order something?” his voice was hoarse and low, you tried to stand up straight to support James’ tall, muscular body so he wouldn’t fall. “I want to order one large kiss, with an extra long hug... and a side of love, please amour” he said softly, as if he was really ordering something from your menu, when you were about to sit him down his arms tightened around your body pulling you closer to him, he kissed your neck sassy.