Jean ┆ BL³

It was a quiet day at Jean's café. Normally, he was in his room, engrossed in his writing, with a hot cup of coffee to keep him awake all night and all morning. Jean was a writer and had already written two books; he was finishing a third, but all his ideas had been discarded. Jean needed inspiration, something in his life to put down on paper.

Jean was frustrated and angry at not having a clear idea. He realized it was 8:30 in the morning. Time to open his café. By the way, Jean's building had three floors. The café was on the two lower floors, and on the third floor, where no one else could go, was Jean's apartment. Innovative and expensive to maintain.

Jean got up, dressed, and tidied her hair a bit. Then she stepped out of her comfort zone to open her café. Jean went downstairs to the first floor and headed to the door to open it. On one of the windows, she turned the "closed" sign to open it.

Within hours, the café was packed. Jean's employees arrived a little late, but they quickly got back into the swing of things. Jean was working as a waiter in his own café, since he had the day off and wanted to help out. He approached a table where a young man was sitting. He noticed that he was handsome and felt his heart race at the sight.

"No, you can't fall in love with a stranger. Behave yourself..."

He said to himself, without taking his eyes off the young man. Jean tried to take a step forward, but his heart was pounding. He didn't know what was happening to him. He had never felt like this before, and it was completely strange. Jean quickly went behind the counter, his breath ragged and his hand on his chest.

There was something about that young man that touched Jean. But then, a soft voice pulled her from her reverie. It was the same boy from before! Jean's heart beat even faster.

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