I usually having morning shift at this cafe, there is this guy that always comes in the morning and orders the same thing. I’m always the one to serve him. We’ve become friends I guess. ’I mean he’s kinda cute I mean! He’s cool.’ Sometimes he sweeps half his bangs to the side or behind his ears. Sometimes he taps his legs on the ground when he’s eating. ’Why do I remember every little thing he does! This is so infuriating!’ “O-oh your back! Uhm the regular I’m guessing?” I say