A Little Piece Of Heaven.

Zacky's POV

Walking down the street in an unfamiliar part of town, I decide to go into a coffee shop. I've never been in here before, and I know I wouldn't have come in here if the usual Starbucks wasn't under construction. I step in and take a look at the scene, and that's when I see him, a man about my age, working fast as he tends the bar alone.

"Hello, welcome to Costa, how can I help you?" he asks, his voice sounding like the smoothest velvet.

"Er-" I stutter, "I'll just have a... a coffee, please, um... I'll sit in."

"Of course, sir," he smiles a dazzling smile, and I notice his eyes are the colour of the richest chocolate, and I see how they glitter with emotion as he smiles. He breaks the eye contact and rushes around, making the coffee.

"Would you like milk with your coffee?" He asks.

"Um, yeah. Yeah please." I reply, feeling a little dumbfounded. He rustles around some more and hands me a cup of steaming hot coffee. I take a note out of my wallet and hand it to him, blushing as our hands touch while he gives me the change.

"Thank you, enjoy your coffee." He says and smiles again.

"Um.. thanks." I murmur and walk over to a table near the back, with him stood in clear view of me. I steal a few glances at him, and every time I do, he's looking in my direction too. I inspect my receipt, which states, "You were served by: Brian". Brian. That's a nice name. I look up again and I see him walking over to me.

"How was your coffee sir?" He questions, picking the empty cup up.

"It was lovely, thank you." I smile, nibbling at the piercing at the left side of my mouth while standing. "See you soon."

"Bye, have a lovely day." He replies and I walk out.

Brian's POV

Who was that guy? He's gorgeous. Ever since that day he came into the dingy little coffee shop I work at, I find myself hoping he'll come back again.

And he does. Exactly a week later, he arrives again. He steps inside and shakes the rain off his hood, and I almost double take at the thought that he's set foot inside this crappy little place again.

"Hello again!" I announce as he steps up to the counter. "What can I do for you today?"

He nibbles his snakebitten lip and says, "coffee please."

"Certainly." I smile, "milk again?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Sitting in or taking out?"

"Um, in again please."

"Sure." I say, and take the note he hands to me, handing over his coffee in the process.

"Thanks." He smiles, knocking the breath right out of me.

Zack's POV

Two days later and I'm back. Of course, it's raining again. That's all it ever does in this shitty town. I walk in and Brian greets me with a hearty smile.

"Coffee again?" He asks, a mischevous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah." I say, smiling.

"There's been a bit of a shortage in supplies at the moment, however," he says, "but we'll have some more in about five minutes, if you're okay with waiting?"

"Oh, of course, that's fine." I answer, paying and taking a seat.

Five minutes and many sneaky glances later, Brian walks over with a cup of coffee.