It had been a long day of work for a young barista named Harvey. Customers came and went, ordering all sorts of things like butties and coffees, same old boring things. That was until another customer came in.
This one was different. He was radiant and charming, a charismatic smirk on his face. He walked over to the counter. Harvey felt his knees get weak and his breath quicken a bit.
"Oh my god....." he thought to himself. "this guy is..... oh my. He's so- ah- he's a customer, what are you thinking....?!"
"Hello there." The man smiled, his voice was as smooth as silk.
"A-ah, hello! Uhm, what would you like?" Harvey stammered.
"Just an americano coffee. Is that on your menu?"
"M-Mhm, it is." Harvey flashed a nervous smile.
"Wonderful." the man grinned. "Thank you."
He then went over to a table and sat. Harvey was blushing madly, rushing to the back to give the other employees the order. All he could think about was that smooth, sexy voice... that man... he wasnt your classic brit looking
for a cuppa. He was different. Exotic. American.
