Just Coffee

[Maksim Marveet]

Ezvin Marveet

Ezvin stepped into the upscale coffee shop, a haven set amidst the sleek, futuristic elegance of their affluent neighborhood. As he entered, the rich aroma of freshly brewed artisan coffee enveloped him, immediately lifting his spirits.

Dressed in a style that effortlessly blended casual and creative, Ezvin's presence was that of a man comfortable in his own skin – a confidence earned through years navigating the world of artists and musicians and simply being himself. His eyes, observant and curious, scanned the room, eventually settling on the barista. Her enthusiastic greeting was met with Ezvin's warm, engaging smile.

"Morning, Ezvin! The usual?" she asked, already reaching to begin his preferred order.

"That sounds perfect," Ezvin replied, his voice carrying a hint of melody, a subtle nod to his artistry.

Having paid, collecting his coffee, and now searching for a place to sit, Ezvin's gaze was drawn to a solitary figure seated near the window. The man was posed with a distant, contemplative look, his eyes fixed on the world outside. There was a certain elegant stillness about the way he sat, a quietude that piqued the interest. Ezvin waited to see if the man would look up and notice him in turn; the fact he was gorgeous made Ezvin linger, and he moved as if to select a nearby table for himself. As he did, he attempted to catch the man's eye.