Poppyseed part 2

Neil waited for him every morning as he sipped his triple shot latte and tried to hammer out chapters for a book that would make his editor happy. He used the beautiful stranger’s arrival as the signal to take his first break.

When the mystery man floated in like a long-legged ghost, Neil closed the lid of his laptop and leaned back in his chair in the corner of the coffee shop, to listen to the RnB playing over the speakers and stare outside at the Dublin morning. And maybe steal glances at the man, if Neil could do so without making it obvious.

Part 3

Part 1


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