It was just like the usual morning. Kurt woke up, then take a bath in a hurry. Then he turn on his ipod, started his morning playlist. He always got a time to listen to the music in the morning, said it was to improve his mood for the day. And it did. Music always make him forget his problem, even if it just for a while. The music he listened was from various artists, various genres actually. But the most he likes was from the soundtrack of movies, so he knows what the story behind the songs, and while he watching the movies, he got deeper, more live in them.

He divided his playlist based on the beat and lyrics of the song. Sad song when he felt mellow and miserable, slow and jazy tunes when he wanted to relaxed, and music with the encouragement lyrics for the morning.

His phone rang after he got out from the bathroom, he checked it out, someone from work called. He just shrugged it off. Then it beeped, signalled an incoming message. He sighed, didn't want to be disturbed by his job while he still in the apartment. He didn't have intention to read the message. He hated his work. He closed his eyes, let the music from the phone in his hand washed the emotion.

“You did not break me….I'm still fighting for peace” sang the singer.

My job wouldn't break me, he said to himself. He will go to work, got his work done, then go home right after the clock shows 5 pm. He looked at his wristwatch, 7.35. Already late for the morning briefing. He sighed again. He really didn't have the passion of his work that he always late. And he didn't try to change it.

After got dressed, he plugged the headset to his ipod, then ready to go to work, to the Bank of New York. Actually, he worked in the quite prestige bank in America, and he's not the usual employee. After worked hard for 3 years, he got the position as the leader of marketing team in that bank. Even though he didn't like his work at all, he's brilliant and put all of him to his job. At that time he felt that he must prove to people that he was tough, unlike what they said. He worked in the busiest city in America, came from little town in Ohio, with his appearance so weak, pale, and most of all, gay. He craved the picture of perfection from other people. He didn't like failing, so he work as hard as he can. The first 3 years he worked, he often got home so late, all alone. In the weekend he went to his office to perfecting his work. It's not like he had someone waited for him in the apartment. His family and friends were still in Ohio. Then finally he'd been promoted to the higher level. This is the 5th months after he got his promotion

At first he was all positive, maybe with the new position, higher salary, more power, more facilities, he finally will be happy, and love his work. But it was just delusional. In fact, he hated his job more than ever, the team that he led didn't respect him just because he was younger than all of them, and the work load made him mad.

Everyday, actually he should come earlier to his office to led morning briefing, after all he is the leader. Instead, he just didn't care. He made his walk to the office, his headset still screaming music to his ears. He was lost in the music, praise the greatness of the singer rather than remembering the work he should do for the day. Although he already late, he still made his time to get a cup of coffee from the small coffee shop on the 2nd block before his office. Good music and good coffee, he prayed the best for the day.

The coffee shop looked empty, just two customers in dress and suit sat together in one rounded table, the young girl look like a student in other table in the corner, and the man wore a jeans and jumper with a guitar bag slang to his shoulder on the counter, wait for the coffee. Kurt walked to the counter beside the man. The barista who was in the middle of making coffee hurried to him. She got his order and then to the machine again to continued her work. The man got his coffee but still in his place, checking his phone which beeped loudly.

Soon, the latte Kurt order was finished. He made his way to the outside, and then…

THUMP!!

“Oh my God..I'm sorry…Shit..”, man's voices talked to him.

That man spilled not one, but three cups of coffee, plus Kurt's. Kurt eyes widen, looked at his suit wrenched with the dark liquid.

“FUUUCKKK!!! What the…fuckk!! It's hot, fuckk. Look what you've done! Don't you have your eyes?? Fuck…I'm already late, and you add this…You must responsible for this. But I DON'T HAVE TIME! You just made my day thousand more worse. Fuck! What should I do with my clothes now?!” he yelled at that man. At first the man's silent, surprised of the reaction. He glanced at the other customer who looked at them. And then he just looked annoyed..

“stop yelling, Jesus. Don't you know you made a scene. Look, it wasn't just me, the floor was slippery, and I slipped. I apologized okay…I will get you a new shirt, and I'll wash yours”, says the man. “Sorry all, please continue your drink”, he add to the other customer.

Before Kurt could say anything, the man walked to the counter. The barista froze and looked dreaded.

“what are you thinking, let that slippery floor just like that? i'll make a formal complain. And I want mine and his coffee being replaced, right now”, the man pointed at Kurt.

“I am really sorry sir, I worked by myself, my partner get sick this morning, so I doubled the job. I wasn't finished mop the floor. I know it's not excuse, but please…don't tell my manager…I'll get fired. I'll replace your coffees and I'll add cookies, please?” the barista pleaded. 

The man took a long and deep breath to calm himself. “yes yes…go on.. I have to buy clothes for him.”

“I have no time for you to buy shirt for me. Gosh…Never in a million way I I thought I will say this, but you have to give me yours”, Kurt come to him.

“wh…wha..whaatt? I..but..”, the man stuttered. He looked between them, open his mouth, but said nothing. And then he nodded.

They went to the rest room, changed clothes. The man's shirt not office look, more like casual Friday, at least it was clean and comfy, a little bit tight for Kurt actually. It smelled good. The man took Kurt's shirt, folded it. He wore plain undershirt inside his jumper. Kurt too annoyed to notice that the man actually good looking, and had a great body. His face a little bit scruffy, with the messy curls in top of his head.

“you wash it, and send it to my office. I'll have your number to make sure you return it”. Kurt gave his name card, then save the man's number to his phone. Soon, Kurt fly outside the restroom, even before asked the man's name. The man looked stunned.

“Interested morning”, he said. But then he saw Kurt's ipod in front of the mirror. He grab the ipod and run outside, Kurt already nowhere to seen. He sigh, read the name card. It mean he had to return the shirt which was folded in his bag, and the ipod. Accidentally he turn on the ipod, and saw the playlist. His mouth made an O. After he grab his coffees from the barista who apologized again, he walked outside with a big smirk in his face.

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