It was a chilly day. Luckily for you, a nearby coffee shop was just a block away. When you took your first step in, you could feel the cozy, homey atmosphere hit you in an instant. Taking you back like you were nearby a fireplace, at home. Before making your way over to the front desk to take your order.

The girl behind the counter had a friendly smile, but she looked like a mess with her hair poking out on all sides of her head. Coffee stains all over her work uniform, she looked like she could barely take care of herself. Nonetheless, she still had a chirpy attitude.

“Hiya, I’m Marcy! What can I start you out with for today?”

Once you finished with your order and received your receipt, you found her number scribbled onto the corner of the page with a little smiley face. You thought it was charming and a bit dorky to see she had taken interest in you, was this even allowed?

However, your attention was instantly directed to the loud constant crashes of plates and cups. This girl was clumsy, and you couldn’t help but notice how she kept sneaking glances at you. While she was supposed to be making your coffee..