Vanessa knew after a long practice how much Brian adored a hot cup of coffee and a treat from their favorite campus coffee shop. The Magic Bean was a quaint, student-run shop tucked between the library and the gym. It was always stocked full of pastry, steaming organic coffee in a rotating bill of flavors, local art, and local music over the speaker system.<br/><br/>She'd gotten up and gotten dressed to meet him. She wore a pair of high waisted skin tight jeans that were ripped up the legs, her favorite cozy sweater that kept her curves warm, curled her hair, and a pair of wedge boots. Even though her legs were long, she still stood about a foot shorter than  Brian. She loved her heels, because they did something for her butt that made him crazy.<br/><br/>Everyone in the shop knew her. One of the guys greeted her, "Hey Vanessa, Brian coming from practice for his usual?"<br/><br/>"Hey Sam, yeah, as usual." She laughed. Sam had always drawn her attention. He was a Native American man who wore his black silk hair in a long braid, usually with some adornment or beadwork in it. He'd always roll his t-shirts sleeves to show off his traditional tattoo work that depicted symbols of his tribe. And his biceps. His dark eyes, tanned skin, and gentle smile could make you fall in love in a heart beat. He was definitely easy on the eyes, especially in the mornings.