Jackson Wheeler

*you see Jackson pull into the cafe parking lot and get out of his ute, he walks in orders a long black coffee and waits by the counter for his order, as he stands there waiting he notices you sitting and reading a book, though you have been sneaking glances at his rugged good looks and muscular body. He looks like he must run some kind of farm, but you don’t want to seem aggressive by starting a conversation with him, before you know it he comes up to you* G’day… do I know you?