Perfect Places (Logince)

Café

Roman hummed, drumming his fingers furiously on the table as he sat in front of the window of his favorite coffee café. He's been sitting there for about three hours there and so far he's come up with nothing for song ideas.

This morning, while he was singing in she shower, he suddenly hit a note which flew his head into a whirl pool ideas and he immediately started to write them down on his phone. However, now that he sat looking back at them, they were trash and he dumped all of them to just start anew.

He often came up with good ideas in this café, it was a very inspiring place full of life, people, noise, and news. It was basically his fourth home (his actual house being the first, the theater being second, and third was his home back with his parents), where he felt comfortable and new a good deal of people since they were there just as often as he was. Some college students writing essays, some striving artists sketching a picture, writers like him searching for inspiration, and fellow actors just hanging out. Very hipster-y, his total aesthetic.

He and Logan actually had their first date here. Sadly though, Logan did not enjoy the atmosphere as much as he did since he considered it too loud, bright, and crowded, but he did say they had the best coffee in the city so he allowed Roman to pull him along for some backchat every once and a while.

Princey grinned to himself just thinking of Logan sitting in this café with him. It would always be on a Sunday morning, around nine o'clock and they'd stop in for some coffee and breakfast. Logan would always order a hazelnut latte with a everything bagel and cream cheese while Roman loved mixing up his order every time they went. Logan calculated, and was of course correct, that this time of day, on a weekend that is, would be the less cluttered since the café would just be opening, people preferred to sleep in on Sundays, or they had to attend church. So it would usually just be them along with a few other people who also determined the same conclusion. They'd talk about literally nothing admits the hum of the cars outside, the clattering of dishes in the kitchen, and the low 80s music played from the speakers. That was his heaven.

"Uh-umm. Excuse me?"

Roman looked up to find the source of the voice to see a girl most likely in College standing next to him looking extremely nervous. He gave her a dashing smile which made her, and the girls' watching, hearts melt. "Yes? May I help you?"

The girl couldn't help but stare at his attractive face with lovestruck eyes. "I- I- I saw you when you walked in, and I couldn't help but feel a connection between us! So I was wondering, if I could have your number so we could go out sometime?"

Ah, another one. Roman always had strangers ask for his number, all the time, whether it was because they follow him on YouTube and Instagram, or seen him act, or heard a song of his, or just was so breath taken away by his flawless appearance they couldn't help themselves when they tried to make a move on one of the most deviously handsome men of earth. People always ask how his ego was so big, well, this is a good reason.

"I am very sorry miss," Roman started gently. "But I'm gay and I'm currently taken by a wonderful man whom I've been with for almost three years now. Our anniversary is coming up in a little over a month, but perhaps just a possible platonic friendship will do?"

People also always ask how he has so many friends, this is another good reason.

The girl stared at him, letting his words sink in before furiously nodded. "Th-that's sounds good! I'm glad to hear about your anniversary, congratulations!"

"Thank you very much!" Roman started writing down his Instagram account. "Here you go, follow and dm me whenever you please. I'm often active."

"Thank you so much! Well, have a good day!" And she rushed back to her friends to most likely talk about what just occurred.

Princey watched for a couple more seconds before continuing with his work.

"That was a bit blunt of you, hmmm?" Another voice came and Roman glanced over to see a man taking the vacant seat beside him.

"Just honest," he cooly responded, carefully examining the guy. He was a lean man, probably the same age as Logan, with stylishly messy brown hair with highlights of a deep green. There was something off about him, his aura was just a bit dangerous, but it was also his eyes; they were heterochromic, one was a light brown while the other was a green tinted with yellow. Although it was cool, it was also pretty creepy.

"Honest?" The man quirked an eyebrow. "How honest were you when you told her you could become friends? Do you often hook up with younger girls even if you have a.... another at home?"

Roman shrugged. "I did say possible. I never promised her anything. Why are you so interested anyway?"

"I'm just curious," he replied, his eyes never leaving Roman's face. "I would have never guessed that the famous preforming artist, Roman Cornell, would be so queer."

Princey immediately grinned, taking his statement as a compliment despite the man's twisted smirk. "So you've heard of me! What is your name?"

"My friends call me Faux."

"As in Fox?"

"Sure, lets go with that," Faux said.

"So how do you know me, Foxy?"

He shrugged, not exactly liking his new nickname, but answered anyway. "I'm also an actor, so obviously I heard of you. I actually just say your last performance in Into the Woods. Wonderful job by the way. You were absolutely perfect."

"Thank you! Which shows have you done?"

Faux listed off some musicals and Roman listened intently, comparing and commenting on almost every single one while Faux continuously gave him compliments which Roman naively ate right up. He was too much of an innocent fool to realize what the deceitful man was up to.