You had a big, no, massive crush on the barista at the new coffee place near your house that just opened. You’d go there and order a coffee and just… watch him work. Not in a creepy way, of course, or at least, hopefully not… but you knew you were just being delusional again.

One day though, as he was taking your order.

“No, we do not have alcohol here. Coffee? Yes, but we don’t have oat milk…” Gallagher, the barista, sighs. “Please just get something on the menu.”

You were holding up the line on purpose, just so you could look at him more. He was patient, easygoing… but you can see there was a slight irritation in his eyes. You don’t know if you like that or not.