Turning the sign to open, you sat down on the stool behind the counter, ready to serve your customers.
You loved your job; running your small shop that sold everything sweet, ranging from buns and cookies to cheesecakes and chocolate fudge cake and you loved it.
Opening up a small shop and having to work hard to attract customers was exactly what you had done and you were still trying your best to make your little shop a success.
You had around seven regulars who often came in at lunch times to buy a bun or a cookie as well as chatting to you about their day so far and each customer made you feel happy to have opened the shop, knowing that people liked it.
But today, the rain started to fall, heavily pelting against the shop as you switched on the central heating, hoping to provide a warm welcome to any customers that did come in.
The shop door jingled, notifying you of a customer arriving as you looked up to see a guy entering the shop.
He was wearing black skinny jeans and black Nike trainers along with a black coat, a blue shirt clinging to his chest tightly, exposing his chest hair.
He took his hood down off of his head, shaking his wet blonde hair from side to side and running his fingers through it as it stuck up in different directions.
"Hi there," He greeted, a soft smile making its way onto his lips as he wiped his feet on the mat, stepping forward towards the counter.
"Hi, how can I help you?" You offered politely, wondering how you had managed to attract such a beautiful man into your shop, also known as Niall Horan.
Yes, you recognised him straight away and somehow, you'd managed to stay professional.
"Can I get a cookie please?" He asked, pointing at one through the glass.
"And do you do coffee?" He asked further, looking up at you with his bright blue eyes.
"I do, are you eating in or taking out?" You asked, tapping the information into the touch screen.
"In please." He chuckled, looking to the weather outside as the rain slid down the windows.
After he paid, you got him his order and he left the counter to take a seat at one of the few tables you had placed in the shop.
"It's lovely and warm in here." He commented, taking off his coat and placing it on the radiator next to him.
His blue shirt clung to his arms, showing the muscles that were hidden by his coat before as your eyes widened momentarily.
You'd seen his muscles and his chest hair in pictures before, but it wasn't as good as the real thing.
"Do you get many customers here?" He questioned, lifting his coffee cup as his muscles flexed.
"Some, but not really on days like this." You answered, picking up a cloth and wiping down the surfaces to keep yourself distracted from him.
If you carried on looking at him, you were sure you'd be full on staring.
"It's a nice little place you've got here." He complimented, flashing you a warm smile.
"Thank you." You smiled, glad to have the appreciation.
"This is a weird question, but do you happen to have a towel? I have a long walk back to my flat." He asked.
"Uh, I might have, I can look in the back for you?" You suggested.
"Yes please." He accepted as I left to head into another room.
You wondered whether you should ask for a picture or not, you wanted to, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, instead finding him a towel and trying to memorise everything about him.
