"You're in my seat"
Janée looked up.
Yep that's what took her warmth away.
A tall figure with a black furry coat stood in front of her, she didn't really see his face very well cause the light from the bulbs shone and hit his back making his face as visible as a shadow.
Even without seeing his face Janée could tell he was mesmerizing, broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the world's problems with ease, big thick hands covered in black gloves, his fair skin rough on the arms and smooth on the face that wasn't even visible, his black hair put in a man bun.
Janée was speechless but not because of his beauty but because of his rudeness and potential bitchiness.
"I was here first", said Janée, she wasn't gonna let some pretty boy push her around.
"I went to place an order, I was here first", he said, his rich voice ringing in Janée's ears.
"You could've just waited, the waiters would have come to ask you" said Janée matter-of-factly, well she wasn't wrong.
The man didn't say anything just stared at her with his piercing green eyes that even the shadows couldn't hide.
Mesmerizing.
"My seat" he said, each word carried an air of dominance, precise and clean, too bad Janée wasn't in the mood for pretty boys.
"I am not getting up from this seat", Janée stood her ground, no pretty boy was messing with her this time.
"Don't test me", Who does this guy think he is, if not for formalities and the fact that it was a public place she would've kicked him where the sun doesn't shine.
"What're you gonna do throw me out?", said Janée with a frown on her face. The man turned around saying something she didn't even bother to hear and continued sipping her coffee, well that was until she felt two large hands on her shoulders.