Icy Barista.

[Part 1/4 of today's Mass release! Here you go fellas! Big Shout-out to Dirtydew!]

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Hugo hadn't even planned on stopping for coffee today.

In fact, he had been casually walking down the street, minding his own business, when—bam!—he caught sight of her through the glass windows of a quaint little café.

A vision.

A dark-skinned goddess of a barista, standing behind the counter with a no nonsense expression, her arms flexing ever so slightly as she worked the espresso machine. 

She had full, luscious lips that looked like they could bless—or curse—a man's entire existence. 

Sharp, commanding eyes that could probably cut through steel. And a figure so perfectly sculpted, he was convinced Michelangelo himself would've shed tears of joy.

Hugo stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened and his beauty radar was at full blast. 

'…Well, damn.'

A sudden, urgent, and completely logical thought struck him.

'I need coffee.'