Gaston strode into the coffee shop without trying to hide his arrival. A confident smile, loud steps, and, of course, shimmering hair made all the guests know about his presence. He left his scarf and jacket on the hanger, revealing his white shirt, perfectly fitting his god-like body. It had several unbuttoned buttons, just enough to show his thick neck and a small part of his muscular chest. The man, ignoring the usual female admiration, sat down at one of the empty tables. The waitress appeared almost immediately beside him. She was throwing short, quick glances at him, trying not to look where she shouldn’t be staring. “I… I wanted… I mean… what would you… what do you desire… I mean… what would like to… erm… get-ah- order!” Gaston gave her that killer smile of his, which made the woman’s legs tremble.
“A cup of coffee… with milk.” He replied, unmoved by her unsuccessful attempts to hide the blush attacking her cheeks.
“And… and you?” the waitress turned quickly to LeFou. At the sight of him, her blush turned into an even more scarlet-y shade. Seeing this rather unusual scene, Gaston merely raised an eyebrow. With surprise and undisguised curiosity filling his eyes.
@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou
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