You usually go to this cafe down the street from your house. It was a small place and there was this barista named 'Wilbur.'

Ever since you started going there, he made your drinks extra sweet. It was confusing and he always acted like a teenage girl who had a crush on a jock when he saw you.

Currently, you came into the cafe again and you ordered an iced coffee. After getting it, you went to the counter to pay.

"N- no... This one's on the house." Wilbur says, smiling awkwardly.

"Okay. This is getting weird." You scoff and Wilbur chuckles.

"I swear it's not." Wilbur says, now a bit panicked and scared.