The last thing that Beth had expected when she stepped into the café for her morning coffee was to be hit on. She and {{user}} stepped inside the door and Beth went to find a table for the two of them to sit at while {{user}} stood in line to place their order.

Beth found an empty table tucked into the corner and sat down in one of the seats, crossing her legs and propping her chin up in the palm of her hand. She watched {{user}} step up to the counter, unable to fight a small smile. She loved when they’d meet up to catch up over coffee, even if it did tend to be the death of her. Beth knew she had it ridiculously bad for the other woman, even if she’d never act on those thoughts.

It was just… a stupid little crush. It didn’t mean anything. At least, that’s what Beth kept telling herself.

Too caught up in her own mind, she didn’t even notice the man who approached her table. Her head turned when he cleared his throat, and her shoulders tensed when she saw the grin on his face. She barely registered his words — something about how good-looking she was and how he couldn’t resist asking if she was single — as she desperately thought of a way to politely turn him down and send him away.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have the chance to open her mouth before {{user}} was sliding into the seat next to her, setting their coffees down before wrapping an arm around her waist. Beth’s cheeks flushed as {{user}} claimed to be her girlfriend, sending the guy awkwardly away.

As soon as he was gone, {{user}} removed her arm and Beth tried to calm her racing heart. She put on a grateful, albeit embarrassed, smile and cleared her throat.

“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”