He didn’t care up until the voice that startled him from his thoughts. A voice he hadn’t heard in over 4 years.
“Medium skimmed caffe latte to go, please, Aria.” Brendon’s eyes widened, and he turned to face his ex-friend/band-member/confidant and lover.
“Of course, Mr Ross.”
“Please, Aria, how many times have I told you to call me Ryan?” Brendon swallowed. Hard.
