Protector of Mine | h.s.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" I asked. It was undeniable that he was beautiful, from his curly brown hair to his piercing green eyes. It'd crossed my mind that he might've been a model. I should know, when I was in college I studied for photography, I had enjoyed taking pictures ever since I was a child.

"Just a coffee would be fine, thank you." His voice was deep, yet soothing.

I nodded, he gave me a ten-dollar bill, placing it in my hands while I opened the register to give him his change. "It'll be just a moment, sir."

"I've never been to this cafe, though I've heard it's good." He looked around again, then moved his eyes onto me, "what do you think about it?"

"Well, you've heard right," I gave him a small smile, "honestly it's probably one of the better ones I've been to, our friend opened this cafe, and is crazy about having good quality and precision."

"Really?"

Before I could answer his question, June came out with the coffee, handing it to him. He let out a small thank you, before drinking some.

"It's hot," he spoke, "but it's good."

"Well I'm glad you like it, do you think you're gonna come again? I like talking to you." I said, not realizing until after what I'd said, "well- I- um- You're just fun to talk to, uh, most customers are bland, I guess..." I tried to save myself, though it didn't really work. He just chuckled in response.

"I will, see you tomorrow."

I paused, but he'd already walked out the door.

"See you..."

He has dimples.

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OH PROTECTOR OF MINE - A LOVE SO STRONG, ENOUGH TO LAST A HUNDRED LIFETMES