"You're here a lot."
"I like the atmosphere."
"I'm not surprised you didn't say it's because of the coffee."
The brunette leaned in, holding onto the broom with both of hands, and whispered, "It tastes like ****."
He chuckled softly, "It's alright."
"What are you working on? You're always here with your laptop."
"Hopefully writing a great article. I freelance for the Harper Rock Sun." If he could call one article good enough to claim to freelance.
"Yeah? That's cool. What's your name?"
"Michael."
"Well. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for your article then, Michael. I'm Justin by the way," he pointed to his name tag, "Not that you didn't know that already."
He laughed. Justin laughed too.
"I better get back to work. These bathrooms aren't going to sweep themselves. See ya around, Michael."
He watched him lug the broom with him.
Well, he watched his *** swish side to side casually.
God, he was never going to get an article done if he kept coming back to this place.
