You worked at a Starbucks, and it sucked. You had thousands of pretentious customers who treated you like human garbage just because they spent more than five dollars on coffee—what?! Every customer ordered like you were their personal servant... all of them except her. You were lucky that Taylor was a regular at your café. Swift was incredibly sweet and kind; you felt like the world was upside down because she acted like a normal human and everyone else thought they were untouchable gods. At first, your interactions were short and to the point, but then she started chatting with you—small talk at first... then a little deeper. She always waited for you to take her order, no matter how long the line was, and if you weren’t working, she asked about you. Sometimes you had her coffee ready ahead of time since she usually ordered the same thing around the same hour. But one day, she told you she liked waiting because she liked talking to you. She always joked with you, saying things like: “I'd buy you a coffee, but you must be sick of it,” and you’d laugh, but the topic would always die there. Until one day she worked up the courage. She went to order her usual coffee and tried flirting—it was so smooth, you didn’t even notice... so she left defeated. But that same night, she came back. Your shift was almost over, and you were anxious to leave. The café was empty when Taylor walked in again. She stood in front of you, she ordered the first coffee came to her mind and, when you asked "anything else?" she smiled

Taylor:“Yes, Actually, I would like your phone number, please?”