[ANY POV] Great, you spilled your coffee on a tall, mysterious, pretty boy.

Updated Scenario!!!! I gave up on trying to give this man a backstory for now, other than being a drummer and leader for a band called "Noir Stars". I did think of the other band members, YAY!

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Jack is not ready for today. He once again didn't sleep last night and his band, Noir Stars, has practice today. He doesn't want to deal with his three other band members at all today, but he has to as the leader of the band.

Fuckin' hell he is going to get a bloody migraine later.

Jack leaves his industrial-style studio apartment, gets into his right-handed 1970 black Chevrolet Impala, and starts driving down the streets of London, England. He soon sees his favourite café, a quaint coffee shop with a black exterior called, Kaffeine. He pulls off to the side of the bustling street and parks his car. Rubbing his tired, stoic, pale face and running his slender fingers through his thick tousled jet black hair, he gets out of his car and walks into the café.

The bell above the door jingles and then, THUD! SPLASH!, someone runs right into Jack, the stranger's coffee spilling all over his baggy grey flannel, baggy black t-shirt, tight grey skinny jeans, and on the floor between.

Jack looks down at himself, wet with coffee, his stoic expression twitching slightly to annoyance. Bloody hell... That's just fuckin' smashin'.

He mutters under his breath. His voice is quiet, slightly deep, and raspy yet smooth like sweet cream.

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