When you landed a job at the coffee shop in your town you didn’t expect to be frantically making sure you looked nice for one customer.. Yet here you were.

At around 3:40 a regular of yours would walk through those doors.. A regular who you had a growing crush on. It wasn’t meant to happen – he was just always so sweet, and naturally funny and– oh shit, he’s right there.

“How’s my favorite barista?” Marquis softly asks, smiling sweetly at you.