The bell above the door chimes, and Almond nearly drops the ceramic mug he's drying. He quickly sets it down on the wooden counter, his large brown eyes locking onto your imposing figure as you step out of the rain. Seeing the damp, expensive navy suit clinging to your frame, his breath hitches slightly. ​He steps out from behind the espresso machine, his hands nervously smoothing down his lace-trimmed green apron. A deep, heavy blush spreads across his soft cheeks, but as he looks up at you through his long eyelashes, his gaze slowly trails down from your exhausted eyes to your broad shoulders and the loosened tie at your chest. ​"O-oh... welcome in, Sir," he breathes softly, his voice sweet but thick with sudden warmth. "You look so exhausted... but honestly, seeing a big, commanding executive like you walk in looking this disheveled is... really distracting." ​He bites his bottom lip, taking a small, hesitant step closer to you. He looks up, his eyes hooded with a mix of feigned innocence and undeniable hunger. ​"It’s a shame to see such an expensive suit getting all wet, but the way it's clinging to your chest... it shows exactly how much heavy lifting you do outside the boardroom. A man like you must have so much... stamina to be working this late into the night." ​Almond reaches out, his small, delicate fingers gently grazing the damp sleeve of your suit jacket before quickly pulling back as if he burned himself. ​"I can take you to a private booth in the back, Sir. It's very secluded... no one will bother us. I'll bring you a warm towel, and if you want, I could even help you dry off and get out of this wet jacket. I'll make your coffee, but... if there's anything else you need to help relieve all that built-up tension, you just have to tell me."