Two jocks fall in-love, but are torn apart due to their surrounding situations. They finally reconnect within a café in the midst of NYC. The two boys quickly learn they can't keep there hands off of each other, just like the good old days. They rec...
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December, 20th, 2022
"You forgetful bitch!" Giden chuckled as his assistant rolled her eyes.
"I remember everything but you're damn coffee and now I'm a bitch." She replied snarkily, swiftly jumping into her chair and ignoring the forever arrogant Giden.
"Yes! Yes, you are!" Giden replied back as he took a mouth full of an everything bagel from his favorite bagel place in downtown New York.
"Do you want me to go back out and get it for you?" The strong-headed woman questioned before Giden shook his head as his curly hair bounced in front of his face.
"No, I've been meaning to try out the new café near the set anyways."
"Cool. Hurry back, they're gonna start the shoot soon." She responded.
"You know, sometimes having my bestfriend as my assistant sucks."
"Why is that?" The women fired back, squinting at him as if it was a warning to be careful of the following words.
"Roxane, would you give you're real boss attitude?" Roxane relaxed in her chair, contemplating before nodding with a smirk.
Giden rolled his eyes and hit the door.
Roxane pulled out her phone and fully relaxing as the warmth of the studio finally began to affect her shivering body. New York Winter was no joke. Giden smirked and put on his favorite Trench coat, putting his hair into a quick bun and double-checking he had his phone before hitting the door and starting on his long-cold walk to the nearest café.
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"Ma! He doesn't even remember me! Stop it!" Micah giggled as he served his daily customers, giving and receiving warm smiles before he sat down in the kitchen watching his mocha-cup cakes rise.
"You never know, Micah! He's a great young man, and you loved him dearly! Give him a call!" The blonde boy's mother nagged as he continued to laugh historically.
"Mama. I love you, but that man has made a title for himself and most likely wants nothing to do with me." Micah stated calmly before peaking his head out of the kitchen door-frame and quickly noting the morning rush.
"Uh-huh." His mom replied, he could sense her setting her hands on her hips with that knowing smirk even through the phone.
"The morning rush is here, can I call you back?" Micah asked before his mother agreed and hung up on him. Micah quickly threw on his apron, securing it around his waist. His white apron was over a cropped version of his favorite green sweater from forever ago. A pair of jeans and his famous white belt. After he tightly secured his shoulder-length locs in a colossal claw clip, the blonde tips poking out as he smirked at himself in the mirror next to the door.
