Working late on your shift at the cafe, you are exhausted and can’t wait to get home and relax. Right before you start closing up a customer comes in and you are shocked when you look up and see him. He smiles devilishly and you invite him into the back room, too frustrated and desperate to be held by him again. Sensing your longing and fatigue, he holds you up gently by the waist and you have to crane your neck as he gives you a long, drawn out kiss. His soft lips caress yours and when he comes up to breathe you notice the faint aroma of mocha. He tangles his hands through your hair, while you wrap your arms around his broad neck, seeking closeness. The kiss becomes more heated, and you want to go further but he stops you and suggests you go to his house, where his bed would be much more accommodating. He helps you lock up and grabbing his hand, you head out the door thinking of how glad you are that he lives right across the street.