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It’s not a Starbucks that I regularly frequent, but I happened to be in the city and in need of a fix. In fact, it’s a bit too metropolitan and pretentious for my taste; not at all like the one in my neighborhood, but so long as they made my drink to order, it mattered not.

I walked in and there he was; young, beautiful, stylish; engrossed in conversation with an older gentleman, who wore an off-the-rack suit, opposed to the young stud sporting Armani. I walked past their table and breathed in the heady scent of his Abercrombie & Fitch cologne, then turned and stole another glance over my shoulder.

I watched them as I waited, wondering what he was trying to pitch to the old man, who sat back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest, intently listening, perhaps even coveting, but giving his full attention nonetheless.

I took my drink and slowly walked past, then moved to within inches of them while a slew from a secretarial pool filed through the door. I heard the tone of his voice and the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and then I listened to his words, “I think this is a perfect fit. I think we could both benefit from this, because I really want to be on you guyses team.”

I whipped my head around and looked at him, not believing what I’d just heard pass those beautiful lips; lips that just moments before I’d imagined myself tasting. He sensed my movement and his attention was temporarily diverted from the task at hand. Our eyes met and had there not been an empty void behind those green eyes that sparkled like gems, I could have easily lost myself in them.

He squared his shoulders and cocked his head ever-so-slightly, the pup taking notice of the cougar, and shot me a grin that said everything his words would never be able to muster. I reached in my bag and pulled out my well worn copy of Merriam-Webster’s Concise Dictionary of English Usage, handed it to him and said, “Here, you obviously need this more than I do,” then made my exit without another word.