Blood and Prophecy ║ 18+ (Ménage)

Encounter (Part 1)

Damian's POV

Washing my hand, I quickly made my way to make a caramel macchiato. Paul was taking care the order for another customer. I always enjoyed being a barista, especially at Capital One Cafe. Julia ─ the owner ─ was very kind and friendly to her employees. She was a middle aged woman and happily married to her husband, Mark. Since I worked here, I only met Mark twice, but I could tell he was a patient man. If we ever had a customer who complained, Mark usually stepped in and dealt with the customer because Julia was never good with those sort of thing. She had a tendency to snap when people talked without respect. So, yeah, we couldn't count on Julia to deal with it.

I had worked at Capital One Café for two years, only as a part-time employee. Being a scholarship student wasn't guaranteed that my daily life supplies. I was in my final year as an undergraduate Psychology student. So, there's the reason why I worked during my study. However, I enjoyed being a barista, and because I didn't like socializing with people, the amount of customer that kept coming and go in here made us very busy. So I didn't have to engaged for a long time with other employees. Oh, also those tips from the customers were making me ─ as a barista ─ a very happy man.

"Caramel macchiato for Chloe!" I announced when I finished making the order. A small lady with a blond hair walked towards me quickly. With a muttered thank you, she walked away. I loved this kind of customers.

"Damian! Dude, can you take over, please? I need to use a bathroom," Paul asked me. I gave him a nod and he abruptly rushed towards the toilet.

I chuckled at his behavior. Paul was a lean boy with brunette hair. Yes, a boy, not a man. He was only 18 years old and still in a high school. Paul was one of the people that I found myself enjoying talking to. It was like we have a brotherly vibe towards each other.

One day, Paul told me that he wanted to buy a motorcycle, but his parents won't pay for it. That's the reason he was working here to collect the money for his dream motorcycle. But, lately I remembered he mentioned about having a girlfriend.

Of course, like a good brother I was, ─ and also a psychology student ─ I asked him if he was happy with the girl and was she also treating him right. Paul was finally coming into the conclusion that it was fine spending money to people that you care about. On the other hand, I was just happy to help.

My mind focused back into reality and I walked to the cashier to take the order. I looked up and saw gorgeous man ─ no, a God. Yeah, a God would be more appropriate to describe him. My heart was pounding just by looking at his face. For a second, I thought my heart was momentarily stopped beating.

What a fine creature, I told myself. He was looking at the menu board at the wall. I took my chance to really look at him. With a broad chest, he stood a little bit taller than me. He was wearing a casual business attire. The man had a chiseled jaw and a little stubble who made his face look more sexy. I swallow hard, trying to produce some word and not looking like an idiot.

"Good morning. Welcome to Capital One Café. What would you like to order?" I slightly grateful that I didn't stutter, until he snapped his head and his eyes locked into mine. When it happened, it was like I got sucked into his eyes. The whole world was suddenly disappeared. His green eyes were so captivating. I felt warmth all over my body. At this moment, I knew I was ogling him, but I couldn't stray my eyes from him. I didn't want to. Shit, he must think I'm a pervert. I'm basically eye-raping him.

He blinked slowly and gave me a polite smile. God, his smile. Here he was trying to be polite and all I could think about was kissing those plump lips of his. It was almost impossible to say that he's a human.

"One hot caffè mocha with an extra shot, please," he answered me. God, damn it. Hearing his voice made me more turned on. I was sure I would have a boner.