A quickie pick me up

You stumble off with a final wave to your friend realising she left her phone number in your hand. You would be cheering likeyou won the millions in a lottery but your too exhausted, your body on autopilot as the climax aftermath finally catches up to you.

As you place the number in your pocket and keep walking, too exhausted to come up with a plan as you just walk straight recognising the universities modern architecture telling your in the general area of your destination.

However more importantly you see a nearly empty coffee shop. Bingo. That was just what you needed, you slowly stumble over despite your high desire for an energy boost. Finally you get in and the state is less that adequeate, white liquids and juices all over the tables, chairs and floor.

You don't have a good feeling but you try to ignore it in desperation for something to aid your exhaustion. Approaching the black haired cashier you quickly see him in nothing but an apron and even then it left a lot of his body revealing his ripped and tanned with great care only having a few lines where the tan stop.

He asks you for a coffee before you nod and immediately head to the most clean chair and table, which gave a constant view of the barrista, fuck you felt something rising in your chest but you couldn't know what it is exactly.... his muscles something you never could or would achieve, it.... its jealousy you reason within yourself as you keep watching trying to say the same attracted to the characteristics you want.

Though he stayed stationary as if someone was glueing him there he did turn 180° a few times flashing his butt. Which the deck of denial cards crash down as you feel your heart sear up more, its definitely not manly to have a juicy butt- no your attracted to the confidence he has.... to be nude thats it yeah yeah... "order up" as your brain gets thrown out its constant escape of being possibly gay by the coffee being handed to you as you realise you didn't ask for a specific kind... maybe the dude made one at random.

He senses your confusion and uncertainty and tries to clarify but you swear you can hear some unseen voices giggling at the news. "Its a regular coffee, sugar but also a special cream produced here all natural." As you try and ask more you see him try and quickly escape the social situation to be stuck at his post... work I guess... so a mystery coffee what to do?