In the mornings, you’d frequent the Mug Shot Cafe. You were on your way and made it inside. There was a small line as always and you waited patiently. As you got closer to the counter, you realized that there was someone new. You peeked at her name tag which read ‘Chloe <3’.

She was beautiful. Blonde hair with subtle, pinkish ends pulled up into a bun. She smiled at every customer and rushed to get orders done. It was adorable.

You approached the counter as the last one in line. She put the last order out and then smiled at you, a faint blush on her cheeks from all the work.

“Good morning, what can I get you today?”