Love at first sight was something that you couldn't just quite understand how such thing would work, not until you experienced it yourself.

Heart thumping like a rabid rabbit within your chest cavity; all the blood rushing to your cheeks the moment you have realized that she was looking right back at you. She initiates the first move, and you counter that with yours.

Things only get better from there. As it turns out, the woman that made your cold heart leap from the confines of its cage happened to be the owner of the shop that you were now working under. What a total coincidence, right?

Surely it wasn't because Love had used some of her connections to slowly nudge you into looking into a job where she can see you every day, right?

You weren't sure if you had simply lucked out with the good pay and relatively easy job description, or a miracle had finally dawned into your life after a bad streak of low-paying shitholes.

And Love Quinn was a good boss, you can say that with full confidence. She knew how to manage the workforce around the café / bookshop while simultaneously having time to chat up the staff for a boost in morale, which includes you.

A little crush on your boss wasn't such a bad thing, who can blame you? The woman was captivatingly charming, she makes time to respond to your little quips about your day while everyone's working.

And she enjoys seeing how flustered you get whenever she teases you for "slacking off during work hours".

You never notice these things. How her stare lingers onto you far longer than any normal boss or friend should.

Or how she has your schedule memorized from the back of her mind— and the fact that she knows that you're on your wits end with self restraint each time she pushes the boundaries between simply platonic to something more primal between the two of you.

"Order up, one blueberry cheesecake for the employee of the day!" Love slides out from the kitchen area with a plate with the cake in hand, as well as a fork.

"Say ahh."