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“—and um, a large mocha latte,” a jittery young woman reads off a well folded piece of paper.
“Got that, Credence?” Lucy asks over her shoulder, entering the last beverage order into the computer.
“Yeah,” Credence softly replies, pouring off milk into the steamer. Lucy nods her head but still hands the itemized receipt over to him before turning back to the counter.
“No, that’ll be all.” The young woman, likely an intern, sighs in relief and hands over a credit card.
Credence gets to work, setting up paper cups and pressing buttons on the espresso machine. The early morning rush is nearly over and soon Credence will be able to take his first break of the day. He generally likes when it’s busy—it makes the time go by much faster—but today has been a bit too hectic for his taste. He carefully steams the milk, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. Even though the air is frigid outside, it’s sweltering in the coffee shop. Credence looks forward to a nice walk under the grey, winter sky and some time to get away from the frantic bustle.
“Thank you!” the young lady hollers as she heads out the door, precariously balancing the large coffee order on a tray. Lucy turns to Credence, exhaling heavily and wiping her hands on her apron.
“What a rush, huh?” Lucy grabs her water bottle and takes a large swig.
“Yeah,” Credence agrees, wiping down the counter. “Almost break time, though.”
“You sure you don’t want to come with me to The Strand?”
“No, I’m fine,” Credence replies quietly. “I just want to get some fresh air.”
“Suit yourself.” Lucy shrugs and turns to the next customer at the counter.
It’s not that Credence doesn’t like his co-workers, he does, but he just prefers to be alone. He’ll chat a bit at work here and there, but Credence generally likes to keep to himself. Going for long walks during his break is usually the best part of his day and when inspiration is most likely to strike. His sketch pad is littered with images and ideas that jump out at him on the streets of the city.
Credence sighs happily as a gust of cold air rushes into the cafe, chasing away the unbearable heat. He lifts his head to glance at the new customer and his mouth drops open in shock.
A businessman stands at the door with dark, shortly-cropped hair and striking features. He’s wearing a three piece suit, finely detailed and very well-fitting. Heat rushes to Credence’s face and his heart pounds against his chest. This is the man from last week, the handsome stranger who brought him home and—Credence swallows roughly—gave him the best night of his life. Credence didn’t think he would ever see him again. They hadn’t even exchanged names. Yet here stands the unbearably attractive sex god looking better than ever.
The man walks to the register and orders from Lucy with a charming smile. Credence steels his nerves and approaches the counter.
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Next Part Coming: 11 December 2016