Edward and James

Standing at the coffee counter, wearing a worn-out apron and looking very fed up, was a lithe man with his head shaved on one side, black, wavy hair crushed over to the other side and falling slightly in his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were hazel. His jaw was unconventional, quite narrow… complete with a kissable mouth. He wasn’t ashamed about his bisexuality, hence the confidence in his steps as he strode up to the counter. “Yeah, what d’ya want?” the beautiful man asked, a rough accent in his voice (which just wasn’t fair). “Double latte? With a shot of whiskey?”