"So what are you having today? A caramel latte with extra whip and caramel drizzle? An Americano with a peppermint syrup, heavy whip, and ten pumps of cream? Oh, I know, a cappuccino with extra pumpkin spice heavy whip cream and topped with a sprinkle of cinnamon?" The barista gave Kian a bright smile as the blonde approached the counter.<br/><br/>"Nope, it's going to be a venti caramel macchiato with an extra shot of expresso and heavy whip...and caramel drizzle. Heavy on the drizzle Chris, I'm not worried about my figure," Kian chuckled and leaned on the counter, glancing over at the pastry display, "Oh, and two of the apple turnovers heated, please,"<br/><br/>The barista, Chris, let out laugh and nodded, "You're never watching your figure. Wish my metabolism was that good, I swear I look at a turnover and gain two pounds,"<br/><br/>"Gaining two pounds would do you some good. I swear every time I come in here you get thinner," Kian looked his friend in the eye but Chris just gave a dismissive wave of his hand. Maybe Kian should talk to Dixon, make sure everything was fine between the two. With any luck it'd be something small as Chris couldn't afford to loose anymore weight.<br/><br/>With a smile and a wave Kian took his coffee and sat down in his favorite seat. A small corner booth just large enough for two people by a window facing the sidewalk where he could people watch. It was one of his favorite spots in the city, much better than the clubs and bars and the benefit dinners his brother took him to. It was quiet, being an hour where only a few people where out getting coffee. But people moved to and fro on the street in an endless dance. A mother held her son's hand as the walked into a small toy shop. Another woman rushed down the street in her business suite, off to a meeting or a job interview. One she was running late for he suspected as she kept checking her watch. A man a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, both stained with grease, was under the hood of a bright red sports car while the own stood off to the side, fretting as though the car was his child.<br/><br/>The door above the bell chimed and Kian glanced over. In had walked a cute guy. He was a bit chubby and pear shaped, by far Kian's favorite shape. His hair was the same rich brown as fine chocolate and was a bit shaggy. He supposed the other man could use a hair cut but it looked good on him, and when matched with those blue eyes...and he was staring.<br/><br/>Kian returned his gaze to the window so he didn't startle the man, or get accused of being a pervert. He removed the lid from his drink and licked the cream off it in, he would admit, a cat like fashion.