BETTER BEAN CAFE. LOS ANGELES CA.
“You want something, so ask.”
Uh oh. He caught me staring. I didn’t realize that I was being that obvious. Of course, he’s a gorgeous Black muscleman, 6’1” / 230-lbs, so he’s probably hyper-aware when guys stare at him. I’m a big white guy, 6’4” / 250-lbs. Not 'gorgeous' but I get some looks, too, so I kind of get it. Although for me, the attention is more recent and I hang around with some ridiculously hot guys, so I'm not always sure if I'm the one being stared at.
I'm still enjoying the 'who me?' phase, but I can understand if it’s annoying to be gawked at. He’s just doing some work at a coffee shop and some random guy is checking him out. It’s just that I was kind of sure I recognized him, but it took me a few extended glances for me to be 100% sure. It is him, though. Since he’s opened the door, I get up from my table and walk over to his.
