Mr. perfect from Starbucks

There is a man who goes to Starbucks in the mornings at the same time that I do. He is relatively handsome, always has an immaculate haircut and a razor shaved face. He wears a perfectly pressed button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, usually light blue, which is tight enough to let you know that there is a six pack and toned biceps underneath , but not tight enough to be vein. He wears a pair of perfectly pressed black pants, tailored exactly for his height, which also gives the hint of his other tight muscles. His shiny shoes are always nicely buffed and waxed and never fail to match his belt. The only accessory that he carries on him is a masculine and stylish watch. His nails look like they have been cut and cleaned with care and his hands look soft while keeping their strong shape. His posture is confident but not arrogant, his look is respectful and friendly but quiet. He communicates with grace when ordering his coffee and demonstrates a comfortable ability to socialize when he engages in small talk with the Barista. His voice is strong by being deep yet sensitive by being soft. He carries himself with elegance as he walks off, coffee in hand, to his black, shiny and sexy car. I have never been close enough to him to get a whiff of a scent but if I had to guess I would say that there would be a hint of masculine aftershave, just enough for the effect but not strong enough to linger.
As I am standing in line to order my double short vanilla latte or waiting by the bar for the Barista to call my name, I wonder about what kind of person this man is. I imagine that he is on his way to his big window office at an affluent corporation where he is one of the top employees who enjoys an above average paycheck. I assume that after work he goes to the gym where he meets his equally perfect buddies and that is where he shapes that six pack, the big biceps and those tight muscles. He probably then heads home to his bachelor pad, super clean and fashionably decorated with the colors of dark blue, white and black, where he cooks a gourmet (healthy) meal for dinner and eats it with a glass of high quality red wine.
I imagine the parts of this man that I do not see such as personality, morals, beliefs, habits and hobbies to be just as perfect as the parts which I do see. I assume that he is kind, smart, funny, outgoing, fun loving and deep. I can see him as one who would appreciate art, classical music and a good book, one who could hold a conversation and would have lots to offer. He looks like he would be romantic, one who lights candles, buys flowers, is thoughtful and attentive to a woman.
Then I am abruptly smacked back into reality by Kim's voice yelling out my name (Jackie) to come pick up my double short vanilla latte off of the bar. I thank Kim for my coffee, leave Starbucks and go about my day not giving another thought to Mr. perfect from Starbucks.