London town and coffee shops//Muke

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The sky was always perfect when that pale face walked in. There was never a smile that caved his lips but there was hope in his eyes as their hands did touch but never words just a simple nod or a wink.

Bright dyed hair, beautiful green eyes ripped skinny black jeans and checked skirts was the look that insantly sent Luke a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

He would always serve the boy his favourite coffee 'black and bitter with 6 or 7 sugars' each time Luke's face would turn up in disgust and always would write 'Luke' upon the cardboard cup which held the drink in.

There was never a phone in his hand or even in sight just a simple book carried under his arm and unlit cigarette in his mouth. He would leave the name or quotes from the book for Luke after he had finished which would send Luke crazy; even sometimes a drawing would be left but never a word was said.

That was every Saturday or sunday which they would see one another but never anywhere else it was like they disappeared till walking through those glass doors on Saturday evening or a sunday morning. Michael would never speak to Luke but he always went in just to see those beautiful blue eyes light up or that leather jacket slung over a chair in the corner, he would watch as Luke placed his lip back in after a shift or get jealous when a girl would chat him up and never notice those blue eyes staring directly at him.

Michael hated the coffee which was served all the time. He didn't even drink coffee.

I guess that's what just happens on the busy streets of London town and its coffee shops.

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A/n;

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