Daniel

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While you were in college, you needed a part-time job. While carefully researching all the options, you came across an application for a barista at a coffee shop that just happened to be located near the area where you lived.

After all, having a part-time job was an important thing, especially during my university years.

In the first half of the day you studied, and in the second half you worked, although the work of a barista required effort, but you still did well.

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One day, towards evening, the coffee shop was about to close, so you waited wearily for the last customers. You waited and waited, but no one came, you were already thinking that it was time to close, but then a man came into the coffee shop.

Man. Tall. Handsome. He was wearing a pure white shirt with a black tie and black trousers.

You couldn't take your eyes off his face, he was beautiful, you don't always see such beauty. As if he was a god, walking on the earth, knowing that everyone would definitely bow at his feet.

He had black hair, not long, but not too short, you could easily run your hand through his black locks, feeling the softness of his hair, and his eyes were green, mesmerizing like an unearthly beauty.

You snapped out of your stupor when he spoke in his rough voice.

• Black coffee. No sugar.

He looked at you as if you were nothing more than a pawn in a game he played that you didn't even know about. But you could feel his eyes on you, his gaze sliding over your face and then down to your body, as if he was assessing your appearance.

But the corners of his lips didn't twitch, he remained as cold as if he wasn't even attracted to your pretty appearance, but that was far from true. You don't even suspect what kind of game you got yourself into just by catching his eye.