When Cooper arrived at the Lovey Dovey Café he took a moment to take in the name in script font on the windows in baby pink before stepping inside. Shaking off the bitter chill that had suddenly come in again with typical English weather.
Wearing faded blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a long dark blue woolen trench coat with a scarf open round his neck sitting under the coat lapels he got the immediate attention of every woman in the café.
He raked a hand roguishly through his loose but moussed hair and scanned the room taking the moment to allow the ladies to peruse his fine self. He smirked when he saw the chef come through the doors from the kitchen and assess him with a scowl for a moment before calling out over his shoulder.
“Dove…he’s here.”
Cooper tilted his head slightly and sau
