Matt loved his job. Owning a café and working as the barista he saw different people everyday and also saw 'regulars'. He took pride in doing his job well and remembered easily what the regulars ordered. He remembered that Carrie like a small Mocha with 1 sugar, Jacob a short black no sugar and Amanda ordered 2 Cappuccinos – one with froth and one without. He had owned The Coffee Cup for 2 years and never got bored of doing the same thing everyday. Matt was undeniably good looking. He was tall and muscular, he had beautiful hazel eyes and when he smiled dimples adorned his cheeks. His muscular arms were covered in tattoos that could be seen on his forearms when he had his white, button up work shirt sleeves rolled up. Female customers flirted with him constantly, slipping him their number when collecting their freshly made coffee but he wasn't interested in any of them. On particularly quiet days, he enjoyed watching customers who came in. Watching people on a date, or colleagues discussing work, parents disciplining their misbehaving children, or those who would come in and sit alone, working on their laptop or busily playing on their phones.

For the last three weeks, Matt couldn't help but notice this gorgeous guy who would come in everyday, without fail at 1:30. He was tall, though not as tall as Matt, had bronze skin and warm chocolate brown eyes. Everyday, this man wore a red fedora. It was perched upon his feathery brown hair that framed his beautifully sculpted face. Matt learnt his name to be Brian and that his drink of choice was always a caramel latte with extra froth. Matt would watch him come in, order his coffee, then sit alone at the same table in the corner of the café writing something in a book for a few hours before getting up and leaving, red fedora perched perfectly atop his head. Conversation between the two had always been a simple 'hi, how are you?' with the occasional discussion of the weather. In the last week however, both men had started innocently flirting with the other and neither minded one bit.

Today was a particularly quiet day and when 1:30 came along, Brian walked in right on time, red fedora in place on his head. He was wearing a white v-neck shirt that showed off the array of tattoos that adorned his arms and upper chest, black skinny jeans and worn black converse. Brian walked straight towards the counter, leather bound book in hand as he reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet.

'Hey Matt, long time no see'. Brian smirked in Matt's direction, both men knowing very well that it had only been twenty-four hours since they last saw each other.

'Yeah, tell me about it, I almost forgot what you looked like'

'What? This face? I don't think so'

Matt blushed slightly, looking down at the counter, rubbing his finger along an indent in the wooden countertop. Brian continued to smirk towards the taller man, enjoying the fact that he got him to blush so easily.

'Well, can I please grab a…'

'Caramel latte with extra froth', Matt cut in, a smirk of his own unleashing the dimples on his face. Matt immediately went over to the coffee machine and started preparing Brian's drink, the smirk never leaving his face as Brian stood there watching him.

'That's presumptuous of you Matt, how do you know I don't want something different today?'

Matt looked up from the coffee machine, raising a brow towards the man on the other side of the counter.

'Do you?'

'Well…no, but…'

'Well there you go then, not presumptuous at all, just me being awesome'

Brian chuckled lightly, watching the taller man's muscles strain against his white shirt as he brought the coffee machine to life, hot liquid pouring out of the spout as he warmed the milk to make the froth. Matt poured the coffee into the coffee cup, followed by the 'extra froth', lightly drizzling caramel sauce over the top. Brian opened his wallet, ready to retrieve the $3.50 necessary to pay for his coffee.

'You know what Brian, this one is on the house today'. Matt smiled towards the shorter man as he handed him his coffee.

'Oh…no I couldn't do that…', Brian tried handing Matt the money, but to no avail.

'No, I insist…go quickly, I see this old lady coming in who is eyeing your table'. Matt winked and turned his attention back to the machine, cleaning it off in preparation for the next order. Brian took his coffee and furrowed his brow, slowly making his way over to his usual table in the corner of the cozy café. Brian watched as Matt served other customers, thoughtfully drinking his caramel latte that left a sweet taste on his tongue. Brian observed that today was a particularly quiet day, perfect for being able to write his book. Some writers prefer to write on laptops, but Brian enjoyed writing in his leather bound book. It meant that he couldn't get distracted by going on to the internet or playing solitaire. Brian looked up from his writing to see Matt looking rather lonely behind the counter. He couldn't help but admire Matt's features – short brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, perfect pink lips, and those arms. Being tattooed himself, Brian couldn't help but stare at the start of sleeve tattoos that were revealed on Matt's forearms.

Brian did not realize just how long he had been staring at Matt until he snapped out of his trance and noticed the taller man smirking at him. He quickly looked down back at his book, retrieving his pen in an attempt to look busy. He took another sip from his coffee, the warm liquid flowing down his throat and warming him up in the best way possible. The sweet caramel tickled his taste buds, leaving a glorious flavour on his tongue. Brian absolutely hated writers block, and today the added distraction of the beautiful barista was not helping. The sound of a chair being pulled along the floor made Brian lift his head. He watched as Matt sat down in the seat opposite him, a dimpled smile adorning his face.

'Brownie?', Matt held out a plate of brownie's, the smell of the dark chocolate drawing Brian in. With a quick 'thanks' Brian took one of the chocolate desserts, relishing in the smooth chocolate taste as he took his first bite.

'You know, you are really spoiling me today Matt, if I didn't know any better it would seem like you wanted something in return'. Brian raised an eyebrow at the taller man, placing the last bit of brownie into his mouth as he waited for a response, the taste of caramel and chocolate a perfect mix on his taste buds. Matt looked back at Brian, gaze intense, the sound of the door to the café opening and closing signaling a new customer pulling Matt to his feet. He placed the plate of brownies on the table, leaning both arms on the chair he just vacated.

'I'm sure I'll be able to think of something', Matt winked, turning to make his way back to the counter. Brian watched the sway of Matt's hips as he disappeared behind the counter, a smile forming on his face at all the possible scenarios behind that comment.