You give a cherry thank you and receive your drink from the tall barista. As you walk over to a table near the window you always sat at, pulling out the laptop you always work on and humming a song you always listen to, you look to your cup to see a few words scribbled on the paper wrap around it.

You and I are like nachos with jalapeños. I'm super cheesy, you're super hot, and we belong together.

You chuckle and take a sip.