You're in a cafe...

and you see him come in. He's wearing that shirt, you know the one that hugs his chest and back in all the right places. And his jeans. Oh god, those jeans. The way they hug his ass and reveal the bulge that leaves nothing to the imagination. He glances your way and a smile lights up his eyes. Though you both agreed to meet later, you can't but want him to come closer, to sit with you, to talk about his day so far. But you both wait, forced to be satisfied with just the smile and the look.