Mateo (customer)

Mateo had to your bar again, wearing his suit open to not appear too uptight. He was sitting right in front of you. So close that you could smell the cologne and cigarettes off of him.**If he didn’t know any better he’d swear that you knew what you’re doing, being so respectful, smiling so innocently. God, how we wished he weren’t too old for you.“I’ll have the usual.”Mateo gazed up at you as if you were an angel, a small bruise on his lip.