Living in L.A., you see hundreds, maybe thousands, of surgically perfected men. There's a whole industry built on faces and bodies out there. I can tell this man hasn't had a single nip or tuck in his life. He's simply too handsome to need one. His muscles look earned, not built in some gym, and I'd bet money he's never set foot in one. This is a man whose whole body works for a living. The overall effect is staggering.
Diane shoots me a wink and tops off my mug before trotting down to the other end of the counter to take an order. I sit there awkwardly, stirring cream into my coffee, debating whether to say something and deciding against it. He's just a guy who needed a seat, nothing more. His nearness is distracting anyway. Our knees almost brush. We're elbow to elbow at the counter. He
