“Can I just, ah… get my usual?”

Peachy lips shape the question like a coo, heat rushing to your cheeks at the way she speaks with such gentleness, such care. You nod a bit too quickly, nearly tripping over your own eagerness before scurrying away behind the maze of stations beyond the stretch of that marble countertop.

Those soft, sea-blue eyes follow your every move, tracking you like a toddler glued to their favorite show. There’s a curiosity in her gaze that no one else seems to notice anymore—no one but you. Her chin rests neatly in her gloved palm as she leans into a lazier, more comfortable position. The corners of her mouth quirking up just slightly when your eyes meet by accident.

You squeak, fumbling with a few items, but manage to make it back to the counter with her order in hand—a large, espresso-heavy cup of steaming coffee.

“Thanks, babe,” she hums, voice dipping almost too low to pass as casual politeness. As she fishes in her pocket for her debit card, you hesitate, words caught in your throat.

Would it really hurt to make your crush’s day just a bit better?