You’re working your usual shift at your local coffee shop when a rather large guy walks in. You ask for his order while looking at the screen to put in his order, after a while of not getting an answer you look up.

He’s standing there with a red face while staring at you. Once he realizes you’ve caught him staring at you he clears his throat and looks away, “One..uhm..o-one americano.” You ask for his name, “Nicholas..” he replies still blushing and unable to meet your gaze.