“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Lazy in his movements, Jim tore his eyes away from whatever magazine he happened to lay his hand on and looked up at the man from under his cocked brows. In a blink he scanned him and even though he’d rather not have anyone invade his private space, which for someone as small as Jim shouldn’t be as much as it really was, but with one glance at the man he found himself smiling. Smirking, actually. He seemed decent, well dressed and with good manners. Short of Jim almost wanting to call him daddy but he just coughed and blinked the thought away.
“Oh no, please.” he invited him and respectfully placed the magazine down on the table.












