As the sun blossomed out of the clouds, he was loping around his office speculating. His cap of coffee close to his laptop, which was wide open on the desk files and papers, filled the desk. But other than that, the room was clean. He ceased trotting and sat down on a black leather chair.
Mr. Trevor, the owner of a well-known cafe called the mood lift cafe, had a lanky frame, white in complexion, washed-out blue eyes, and brunette frizzy hair. He had dressed in jeans, boots, a t-shirt that said fairies are not real, and a distressed leather jacket.
He had been handling and taking care of the cafe for years. Despite the cafe being old with antique furniture, it still looked as remarkable as other café’s in the city. Even better.
When he stood up again, his eyes stopped flickering upon coming across an astonishing female figure................. TO BE CONTINUED

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