He posted up outside the coffee shop—same spot, every damn day. Just watching. Not creeping, not chasing. Just taking it all in.
Women walk by—tall, short, loud, quiet, dressed up, dressed down. Don’t matter. To him, every single one of them got something. A rhythm, a glow, a story in their step.
He ain’t picky, ain’t judging. Just vibing, just admiring. Beauty’s everywhere—you just gotta know how to see it.
World keeps spinning, streets keep moving. Butt Boy stays. Watching, nodding, soaking it all up.
