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“What can I get you today?” he asks and smiles.
Oh God, he smiles! And what a smile! The room seems a bit brighter suddenly and heart goes wild. This daily temptation is just not fair. It’s my fault really, there are dozens of cafés in the area that I could go to. I guess I just like to torture myself. Or him to torture me. Whatever.
I know, I’m a chicken. What am I scared of? I’m tired of this, seriously. What the hell?
“A mocha latte” I say, but I can hardly hear my own voice over the pounding in my chest. “and your number.”
I will myself to hold his gaze though my instincts tell me to hide.
His face lights up and he writes on the other side of the bill.
I know he can’t talk because his boss is watching him, but he mouths “I can’t wait.”
The mocha latte never tasted better.