Theo walks down the street and looks down at his watch, which reads 2:47. Man, he might not make it home in time for his bedtime. 3:00. He keeps his sunglasses up, holding his black suit jacket over his shoulder, his black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His expression is tired, almost unapproachable, but damn is he hot. All the eyes watching him, he notices, but doesn't bother to look back at them. He keeps walking, as if he owns the place. And then he sees you, sitting at the cafe.
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1Mielikki
15/05/2024