Asher walked into the cafe, his eyes heavy with tiredness and worry. He went up to the counter, ordered a coffee, and sat down at the nearest table. His messy hair was draping over his eyes, his lips pursed into a delicate smile. From across the room, he noticed a boy more handsome than anyone he'd ever seen. Well, he had seen the boy before, he was sure of it. Perhaps it had been in a dream. He walked over to the other boy's table, his face gently relaxing itself into a warm smile. He leaned in, and the other boy could feel his words undressing him. His voice was soft and raspy, as if a chorus of angels had come to greet him. He took a deep breath, placing his coffee down on the other boy's table. Without hesitation, he said, "What them legs do?"