When a new sandwich shop opened across the road from Harvey's apartment, he was sure it was a terrible idea. They didn't really need another cheap place but then he realised that it opened early - early enough even for when he had a really early start so he decided to see if their coffee was any good. The service was friendly and quick and when he paid, he most certainly wasn't checking out the cute guy standing on the other side of the shop, checking the stock of the drinks chiller.

Three mornings later, Harvey stopped by again and the girl behind the till knew his order by heart. He'd been there every day since the first, sometimes stopping by for something eat on his way home. The coffee wasn't bad, the food was above acceptable. That's why he was here and he was sticking to it. The boy was behind the counter this time and Harvey watched as he made his cup for him, handing it over the counter with a warm smile. When he got to the office, he tried to focus on his work, but he ended up just staring at the paper. A shadow fell over him and he looked up.

"Morning, Donna," he said. She smiled.

"What's her name?" Donna had a habit of knowing everything. He didn't even ask. It was probably the way he was staring at the files or the way he was sitting. Or maybe she really could read minds, it would't actually surprise him. It was Donna, this is what she did. Anything she couldn't work out for herself, he ended up telling her anyway. Nevertheless, he just tilted his head, made a face that said none of your damn business. It was too early.

"Oh, Harvey, not again," she said. "Come on, tell me his name."

What did she mean not again? Okay, no, he knew what she meant. The women, they were easy. Harvey knew how to charm them, how to read their signals. He knew which words to say, how to look at them, even though he barely ever needed to do anything. But men? That was a different story all together. Sure, Harvey knew how to intimidate a man. He could probably even seduce one if need be. It was just the sexuality issue. Attraction to the same sex can be complicated. You can't just walk into a room and decide who you're attracted to and then make your move. You had to find who you were attracted to, work out if they swung that way and then try it on and unless you were in a particular type of establishment, the probability of getting past part one was low enough to put Harvey off bothering. It was too much hassle. He just sat back and looked, fantasised and, as Donna had experienced a few times, got uncharacteristically obsessed for a while until he never saw them again or his crush burnt itself out.

"Fine, no name. But aren't you going to gush about how sparkly his eyes are or how cute he is or something? Is it another little twink?"

Harvey almost laughed at Donna using that term to describe his... type. He had to admit, though, it was painfully accurate.

"Donna, it's not funny. Damn, I don't even know how old he is."

"Oh, you cradlesnatcher. Who is he, then."

"He works in the new sandwich shop near me... and no, Donna, I don't need you to scope him out for me."

She sighed and made some excuse about needing to phone someone. She was going to check up on him, he knew it. He hadn't told her his name or even described him, but Donna knew him. He didn't need to.

He finished up late and wondered in the back of his mind whether or not the shop would still be open. It was fine, he just wanted a sandwich, that's was almost ten o'clock by the time he got back and he was really surprised to see that the light was still on. The door was open but the shop was empty, the chairs up on the tabletops.

"Are you closing up?" he asked from the doorway.

The cute guy popped up from behind the counter. He was the only person there.

"Oh! Hi! Sort of, we close at ten but there were no customers so I cleaned up early," he said. "But you're a regular. Come in."

"You sure?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah!" the boy said enthusiastically."What can I get you?"

Harvey walked up to the counter, sneaking a look at his name tag. Mike. He noticed that most of the food had been cleared away so he just picked a pre-wrapped blueberry muffin and put it on the counter.

"Just this, thanks."

"You sure? I can make you a fresh sandwich," Mike said. Harvey wasn't looking at his smile. He wasn't. How old was this kid?

"No, it's fine." Mike walked over to the coffee machine and raised an eyebrow.

"You at least want your regular to go with it?" Harvey smiled. He knew his order?

"Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks."

"Here," Mike said as he handed him his cup. Harvey tried not to notice when their fingers brushed over each other. "And don't you dare leave just because I cleaned a few tables."

Harvey paid and sat down in one of the booths so the he didn't have to take any chairs down. He unwrapped the muffin and took a bite as he didn't watch Mike finish sweeping the floor, didn't focus on his perfect ass in those criminally tight pants.

The muffin wasn't bad for something bought in. After a few sips of his coffee, Mike flipped the sign on the door to closed and pulled the blinds down. Harvey looked up when he heard the coffee machine whirr to life again.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Mike asked. "I've had a long day; I don't think I've sat down for hours."

"Of course not, sit down."

Harvey ate some more of his muffin as Mike finished making his coffee: adding three sugars and two times as much milk as he'd added to Harvey's. As Mike sat down opposite him, Harvey realised that it was quite a bit over twelve hours since he'd gotten him morning coffee.

"So, you've been working here all day?" Sure, he'd been working for just as long, be he appreciated that there was a difference between sitting behind a desk, reading over briefs and standing up all day serving customers. Mike looked exhausted.

"No... uh... I start at five but I do a few hours before school every morning," Mike said, gulping his coffee down like he needed it to live. "Not ideal, but I need the money."

School? Fuck. "How old are you, kid?"

There was hesitation and Harvey watched him carefully.

"Uh... I'm seventeen."

Damn. Harvey was sure he was telling the truth. So close, yet so far. Wait, what? He was starting to sound like so pervy old man. As if he'd be fine with it if the kid was eighteen. At twenty six, Harvey was nine years his senior and they were nine years that counted. Harvey looked at him, his eyes so blue that they seemed enhanced. The kid looked innocent, he couldn't do this.

Then Mike raised his cup to his mouth again and Harvey couldn't help but stare at his lips. They were inhumanly red and, fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to feel them wrapped around his cock.

"How about you?" Mike asked and Harvey was jerked back to reality.

"Hmm?"

"I just... you seem to come in here a lot. It'd be nice to know a bit about you."

Oh. Harvey hadn't banked on him being interested, in any way. The kid must have been alone for a while before he'd gotten here.

"I'm 26... I work in law." He didn't need to be too specific. The kid was working in catering, he didn't really want to compare jobs.

"Wow, really?" Mike looked genuinely excited. "I want to go to law school, become a defense attorney."

"Yeah?" Harvey chuckled. The kid didn't look like he had it in him. "Well you'd better start studying for the bar now."

"Oh, no, it's cool. I've kind of got an eidetic memory," Mike replied. "It means-"

"I know what eidetic means," Harvey cut in. "Well, you'd better not put it to waste."

Harvey was impressed. He finished the last crumbs of his muffin, realising now that it was impossible to eat a muffin in any kind of attractive way. He drank the dregs of his coffee and checked the time. When had it passed half ten?

"It's getting pretty late," he said. "I'd better get going. Thanks for the coffee."

"Okay. See you tomorrow," Mike said, standing up and taking Harvey's empty cup from him. "I mean... I assume you'll be back." Mike's face flushed red and Harvey couldn't fight his smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mike."

"Oh! Wait! I didn't catch your name."

"It's Harvey. Harvey Specter."