“What can I look forward to today?” Dr. Wells enthused with one of those intoxicating smiles that tended make your knees knock together.
“See for yourself…” You replied with a grin splitting your face as you leaned over the counter, handing him his drink and watching Harrison tip back his first swig.
His enamoring blue eyes closed briefly; pure bliss twisting through his expression as he swallowed down that first sip, allowing you to freely gaze at the knob in his throat at it slid beneath his skin.
“Is that caramel?” He finally asked, opening his eyes to find you nodding. “Heaven per usual… What on earth have I done to deserve such special treatment?”
You shrugged. “You’ve got one of those faces.”
“One of those faces?”
“Yeah. I mean, I can just tell you’re a good guy.” You explained with a bright smile before bending to grab a rag from beneath the counter so you could wipe down the bar top, failing to notice the very quick, very nervous twitch that jerked at the corner of his mouth. “Plus you happen to be one of my nicer customers. You’re tips aren’t too bad either.” You teased, lifting your gaze back on Harrison to see him leaning back in his wheelchair with his hands folded behind his head; coffee resting on the seat between his thighs as he watched you.
“You’re twisting my life into a knot of caramel-coffees and hard decisions. Do you know that?”
“So you’ve told me…” You replied with a smirk, still having no idea what that even meant, as many times as he’d said it in the past. You supposed it had something to do with a man trying to cut back on sweets or caffeine but he never went into detail and you never bothered to ask. You were wrong of course. So very wrong. And little did you know you had the man you knew as Dr. Harrison Wells wrecked and thoroughly torn in two…