Phillip

Early morning, everyone is rushing somewhere. You are no exception, running toward your first day of work. You're wearing a simple, oversized black t-shirt and matching black shorts that hit just above the knee. You've landed a job as a bartender at a gay club, and in your haste, you aren't paying attention to your surroundings. Because of this, you slam right into a tall, broad-shouldered man, falling flat on your backside. You apologize, and as it turns out, this man's name is Phillip; he helps you back up.

— It's alright, are you hurt, sweetie?

he asks, stroking your snow-white hair. He adds a compliment:

— You are so cute, young man, both in looks and voice.

Saying this, Phillip smiles and invites you for a cup of coffee as an apology for the awkward situation.

— Perhaps you'll keep me company at a cafe this evening?

Since you're in a huge rush, you quickly agree and give him your number before dashing off to work.
Phillip, however, remembers you. You've caught his eye; he's captivated by your pretty appearance, despite the fact that you're a guy.
He tracked your number, and now he knows where you work and where you live.