The cab slowly turned onto 82nd Street and parked directly in front of the Cricket Shoppe, a little gem of a family restaurant in the midst of downtown. I stood outside the store front, hearing the bustle of coffee goers and diners in the open patio behind me.
I watched each car go by, preparing myself for Leon's arrival. The last time I had seen him, we had just finished a spontaneous makeout session; I wasn't entirely sure how today would go, and being around him and his Blood Perfume all day…well, it was a recipe for disaster.
Just then, a blue Jeep pulled up to the curb and honked the horn at me. When I looked, the driver let the top fall down and inside sat a man donning a white button-down. The first top three were left open, exposing a small amount of chest hair, and the hair on
