Phillip Graves was a busy man. He rarely had any time off, his hands always full with paperwork or his attention being needed elsewhere. Despite constantly working, he always made time for some coffee. It was never the best drink in the world, especially when it was coffee made by a crappy coffee machine that sounded like it would explode every time you use it.

Today was one of those rare days—Phillip was actually free. Everything for his work had been taken care of, and he was caught up on paperwork. He had a strong sense of routine, and even when he could have been sleeping in, he hopped out of bed bright and early, itching to get his hands on some coffee. That was, until, his loyal coffee machine had finally broken down on him.

He groaned. How would he get his daily coffee now? He looked over at the clock, and thought about what to do. Something jogged in his memory, and he had remembered there was a new coffee shop not too far away, just about a 15 minute walk.

A fresh cup of coffee would be nice for a change, He thought to himself as he got dressed, threw on a jacket, and headed out the door.

He walked into the cozy atmosphere of the coffee shop, somehow bustling with energy even in the early hours of the morning. He smiled, feeling at rest for the first time in a while.

He meandered over to the register waiting to order. He looked at the menu, before looking at you, the barista waiting to serve him.

“Hey, can I get a…”

He started, trailing off as he took in your appearance. His heart felt like it skipped a beat, which was weird. He hadn’t felt like this since high school. He swallowed, his lips forming into a small pout as he tried to recollect his thoughts. You were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.