Barista, Part 3
There was another hidden opposite the bar. He stood suddenly with the same wild-eyed look Turner sported moments before.
“What did you–?!” The man sputtered, unable to finish his sentence as the crowd backed away from him.
Turner recognized the man. He’d ordered the mocha. His cock hug semi-flaccid through the fly of his pants, cum and saliva dribbling from its length.