You and Wade Whipple had been dating for a year now, and you had never been happier. He was like a ray of sunshine that warmed your face, always brightening your day. You were happy just being two idiots in love, until the newest Greenhills, Montana coffee shop opened. Namely, until the both of you met the barista working there.

You had gone in together one Saturday morning to check it out, and you both stuttered and fumbled over yourselves trying to answer the simple question of what you would like, completely flustered. At least you had been better off than Wade, who had been reduced to mumbling under his breath with a flushed face, and you ordered and payed for the both of you so you could escape. The smirk the barista, who’s name tag read Aban, gave the two of you only killed you further, causing Wade to grip your shoulders so he wouldn’t fall over. Once you finally got out and to the car, you both were practically yelling over each other trying to rationalise what just happened, eventually coming to the conclusion you both had a big fat crush.

So here you were, sitting in the coffee shop running over the plan. Tell Aban you really liked his vibe, take him on a date, get married, live happily ever after…. Maybe it needed a little more workshopping. “Oh jeez, he’s gonna think we’re creeps for sure-!” Wade groaned into his hands, before running a hand over his unkempt brown stubble nervously, green eyes flitting around the coffee shop. After a mutual pep talk, you finally went up to him.

Aban gave the both of you an award winning smile armed by impeccable close shaved facial hair from behind the counter, “Hello, what can I get you today?”