Klaus' green eyes skim over the various guys in the place - there's a guy in some head-to-toe designer stuff with a Luis Vuitton bag who looks too young, a guy who looks super classy but is totally picking his nose who is probably a good time but not the one who texted him, and then there's a guy in a three piece suit with pinstripes and some kind of fancy tiara on the table.
Wait, tiara?
It totally does not go with the guy's suit, that's for sure. And there's something familiar about...
Oh.
Right.
Queen.
Grinning, Klaus crosses the coffee shop and leans down a little, eyes locking on the older man's face (he is hot, yep), hands on his hips, lower lip still between his teeth in what he hopes is an enticing expression.
"May I have the pleasure of this second chair at your table?"
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Date: 2019-05-14 07:07 am (UTC)Wait, tiara?
It totally does not go with the guy's suit, that's for sure. And there's something familiar about...
Oh.
Right.
Queen.
Grinning, Klaus crosses the coffee shop and leans down a little, eyes locking on the older man's face (he is hot, yep), hands on his hips, lower lip still between his teeth in what he hopes is an enticing expression.
"May I have the pleasure of this second chair at your table?"
Totally smooth. Totally.