God he was tired, his body ached, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent night sleep, he would be glad when this contract was signed and finished, be glad when he actually had a moment to himself instead of being bombarded from people on different ends of the spectrum, not that he should be complaining...Hell he should be happy, he was busy, he was bringing in good income, his business was booming...but fuck he was tired.
His shoes clicked as he round the corner of the block he was walking down, he decided against driving today..frankly he was sick of sitting in traffic, that and the air would do him good, would wake him up before he spent another day behind his mahogany desk. His shoes clicked as he walked, his pale blue suit snug against his frame, the white shirt he wore beneath was unbuttoned slightly at the top, his tie in his pocket disregarded there until he needed it later.
His eyes caught the sign for the familiar coffee shop, one he regularly visited before work, pushing the door open he was instantly hit with the smell of roasted coffee beans and god it hit him right in the gut. The smell tantalise every nerve ending he had..especially when he was so tired.
