Jason had been frequenting your coffee shop for months now, and god was he gorgeous. Today, as he sat at his usual table in the corner, you readied your pen to scribble down on his napkin.

Careful! The coffee's hot, but so are you. You free this weekend?

Air trapped in your lungs, you delivered Jason's cappuccino to his table, and made a beeline back to the counter, eager to pretend to get to work with cleaning cups. You glanced up, and he was reading the napkin, and then looked up at you.