You don’t know anything about him. Everyday, he comes by your coffee shop. With his white hair and neck tattoos, not to mention the scars, he stands out from the warm building and its customers

He could be a gangster. A murder. Yet you want to give him your number.

Today, You tell yourself. Again. Today is the day

Then he walks through the door and you freeze. You don’t know anything about him, but you know he’s hot and he likes a caramel macchiato

“Hey” His voice is rough.