:::Luke:::

"Jamie!"

I raise my voice again, then wait as footsteps hurrily approach us. Jamie comes out in his barista form which includes a dirty apron wrapped loosely around his waist, his long hair tied up and panting. He must have been fondling around with the ingredients in the basement again. How can this shop ever be well-known when Jamie is less than independent and there are barely any staff around, however it brings me content that this is somewhat my secret base, a little bit proud of myself actually, like a 10 years old kid.

"Hey, what's up man?" still panting, he sweeps his sweating forehead by the sleeves and run toward me, arms spreading by my presence and whoops, I dogde his surprise attack. Nearly trip, he struggles to keep a straight posture, turns around and give me the death glare. For lover boy, seemingly his instinct, he dodge Jamie as well, in surprise and shock surely.

Jamie slightly rotates his head, noticing a shaken figure standing right behind my back. Considering my broad stand, lover boy can hid himself skillfully behind my figure. Quite convenient for him I guess, he never likes attention anyway. His manners obviously outspoken his natural disposition. To such a naive expressions, Jamie has himself staring intently for a while, until I come by and force on his shoulders, leaning on him, having him almost trip again. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders,

"Coffee for me please, the usual..." I grin, giving him the arrogant look, considering how short he can be, usually though, he'd be all hating on such attitudes, but today seems like somethin catches his attention instead. Unable to leave his eyes on lover boy, well, it's quite expected that he'll be all over the places with such an innocent creature like lover boy. Jamie had...circumstances, wherein I can't understand, that he only date hookers, something...drives him...I guess. So such sight should be rare for him. For an underground guy.

"L-latte...please." Lover boy diverts his stares to the counter, his cheeks slightly flush.

"Um...Uh, s-sure..."

Upon stutering, he later receives a punch from me. Taking a quick peak at my annoyed assertion, he bursts out laughter.

"Chill, chill man." then hugs his stomach and goes behind the counter.

I can only imagine so much for this guy, yet he lives a happy life, I couldn't fix him otherwise, we do help each other once in a while, money wise or just generalities.

I outstretch my hand, into an escort pose, lover boy complies to my direction and settles at a spot near the window. The light isn't so bright, creating a sweet semblance of an afternoon tea party. I pull out my laptop with utmost care, plug in the charge and opening my unfinished manuscript. Lover boy timidly drinks water served by Jamie a while ago with a company of an awkward smile. I wonder if this is alright for him, for an introvert like him, in these situations should be quite tiring. Yet I assume the quietness of an afternoon at a vacant coffee shop should calm him down nevertheless, its solace, quite conforting, the silence it is. Upon opening his book, his eyes mense on the words, looking at him now really give you the feelings...I continue writing inspite, only to be let down by my own common sense, my fingers fondle the keyboard surface leisurely. Dancing around, I trance over my confusing thoughts. It's so true of afore writers, one typical things you'd usually do when you write something, is to bleed, as frequently as possible, that means it works I guess, usually. However an emptied brain isn't the only thing, my feet remains on the floor, both of them, born and raise quite rebelliously, the only place one feet of mine could be is on the seat. Even so, how could I? Bad manner is enough to ruin a relationship, now remembering past awkward events in the book store. God knows I don't want to repeat the same mistake. I lift my head slightly, to get a good look at lover boy contents at his book infront of me. One leg of his rests on the knee of the others, giving the admire pose of confidance femininity . I fix my pupils at him, until his meets mine, I quickly withheld back to the blank screen.

Five minutes back and I'm left with a scratching headache. Slight groans slip through my clenched lips. Seems like he take notice, lover boy speaks up, in a whispering manner I barely hear yet I could understand still from his glisten iris.

"I'm just having difficulties, I can't decide what to write next for my novel."

"I see, what part are you now?"

"It's just aquaintance, they're starting to know each other."

Speaking hesitantly since I am no more than an amateur writer, lover boy seems to be the professional, he is in fact selling thousands of copies per novel anyway. Feeling embarassed at my level yet I'd surely learn something from him.

"Is it okay if I read the previous chapter?" he suggests, his eyes glisten more and more, reflecting lights bouncing outside the window,

"...Sure.." I inch my body to the left, hinting him. Despite a dubious response, he follows nontheless, settling next beside me with the most reserve manners, leaning slightly to take a look at my computer screen. His pupils flicker back and forth excitedly, his breathing runs forth, though a little bit quicker I've notice. Now that he's closer to me than ever, I begin to pick up small details on his appeal, one thing, his shampoo, the fragrance is rather sweet and pleasant, I enjoy myself then. The lines of his scalp, his individuals hair I somehow find content in observing, his cleavages, and the curvatures of his spine and shoulder as he leans closer. You'll know you found a book worm when you see one, his engaged focus reveals his pure obssesion for words, often I find him smiling as he skims through the paragraphs. It was moments until I find him replies to my stares, his widen eyes (well in certain view they are small like of asian heritance) yet this very seconds, those blue iris are engulfing my beating heart whole, skipping a few beats once in a while. His pupils enlarge, our breathes vivid to skin receptors, shooting up electrical signals, fueling our throbbing perceptions. I lean closer and closer, waiting for an opportunity, until our lips were inches away from each other, our breathes now indents on each's skin, the warm sensation of lust I see, I forward my body.

Split seconds when our lips touch, so soft, so comforting, his cheeks flush again. I grin at the embarassment however, intending on continueing, his trembling fingers pauses my kisses. It was when his head tilt itself downward, his speaking manners become still silence, yet those slender fingers tremble still. My heart becomes tranquil, now vocalling out words deem harder than expected. I yet, take hold of his slightly shaken shoulders, whisper

"I'll call a cab to take you home."

Since this vacant place is closer to the main street than expected, the taxi arrived within minutes of wait. During those times, lover boy hasn't look at me since, while trying to calm my heart, I walk to the counter, pouring myself another hard on cup of coffee.

He then silently walks toward the front door, suddenly hesitates his step, turning around with poorly coordinated eyes, they flicker in various directions, avoiding my presence.

"Thank you for today." mumbling, his quiver lips leave my heart to desire more. I look at them, furrowing my eyebrows,

"Thank you...also."

Afterwards he left, I walk outside to find nothingness within my grasp, my conscience slowly rotten by guilt and lust. I turn around as I hear cracking of woods, Jamie, leaning on the door, speaks with disappointed eyes.

"You could've fuck him man."