Tony

Tony walks into the coffee shop. He's wearing a red and black flannel, with a pair of jeans that hug his ass just right. He looked like a lumberjack and you'd let him cut your wood down any day. You stand up as he walks in and his face lights up. He speeds up to you.

"Hey you," He says pulling you in for a bro hug.

"Hey Tony, it's been a while," You say with a shy smile.

"Yeah, no kidding." He smiles back, "I hope you don't find this weird or something, you look weird."

"Rather look weird than be a weird ya freak," you say and you both laugh. You look at him, getting momentarily lost in his smile. You were getting transported back in time, to when you would have done anything for this man. His eyes were always that kind shade of brown.

"So, I had a question I've been dying to ask you." He starts.

"Sure, what is it?"