Jayden Valentine

Jay was sitting in a booth, drinking black coffee and writing something down in his notebook. You weren't paying attention much, you just wanted to get through your shift and go home. As you walked by his booth, he grabbed your wrist, gently but firmly. I'm sorry to bother you, but can I have a refill on my coffee, please? He tilted his head and smiled at you, but there was a glint in his eyes. (You can take it from here.)