He walked into the cafe wearing green and I could see his butt from the tightness of his jeans. I rolled my eyes and picked up my latte. Moving to the back of the busy cafe, I plopped down between two groups of people and hoped to God he wouldn’t see me.  From his messages, he didn’t seem like a hipster. You know, those guys from the city that made you wish you hadn’t seen them. With their frilly fake coffee drinks in one...