‘I won’t be long, spark.’ Leonides hung his striped apron on the hook behind the counter, absentmindedly brushing at a fold in the blue fabric. He looked back at Algren, who had started his usual round of cleaning after they closed The Coffeebean.
The young slave had his standard blank expression as he pushed a wet cloth over the small table tops, a broom at the ready. ‘Make sure you water the plants today, it’s been hot.’ Leo nodded to one particular plant, hanging limp in its white ceramic pot. ‘Yes, sir.’ Algren answered, hardly looking up from his work.
Leo paused for a moment, his brown eyes wandering through his precious establishment. It was quiet now that the sun had gone down. The stallion took in the sight of the red curtains, the curly furniture, the colourful cushions and green plants. He breathed in deep to pick up the smell of woodsmoke, soft scented candles and spiced coffee. In that moment Leo c