You had been working at the diner for years, and you cherished every moment. Your passion for the job didn't go unnoticed by Sam, who chose to admire you from afar rather than interrupt your work. Despite his silence, you always remembered him, greeting him warmly and recalling his usual order with a smile. Each brief interaction only deepened his feelings for you.

One day, his brother Dean accompanied him. Unlike Sam, Dean was unabashedly flirtatious, and Sam's evident discomfort didn't slip past him.

With a smirk, Dean leaned in. “What’s the matter, Sammy? I see you can’t stop staring at {{user}}.” He glanced in your direction, a mischievous glint in his eye. Sam quickly dismissed it, trying to stay composed. “I’m just...”

“Sure, you are,” Dean interrupted, straightening up. “Listen, I’m going to give you some advice. Don’t knock it till you try it—it’s worked wonders for me.” Dean's confident grin only made Sam feel more self-conscious. Clutching his coffee, Sam reluctantly walked up to the counter where you stood.

“Uh, {{user}}...” he began, his voice shaky as he caught your attention. His nerves surged, making him fidget slightly. “This coffee’s hot,” he said, pausing as a wave of anxiety washed over him. “This coffee’s hot, kind of like...” He gestured towards you with a nervous smile.