It was the afternoon shift at the diner, and you moved through the motions like clockwork - taking orders and refilling drinks. You were at the register when you noticed two men walk in and sit at a table near the bar. They instantly caught your attention as they were both wearing suits, something that was an uncommon sight in the diner.

You gave them a moment to settle before approaching. The taller one was focused on something on his iPad, while the other one was looking over the menu.

“Can I get you guys anything?” you asked.

“I’ll have a green tea, please,” the taller one said with a polite smile.

“Coffee,” the other one added, his voice smooth and rich. “Black.” As he looked up at you, his green eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the noise of the diner seemed to fade as his gaze softened. You cleared your throat, an involuntary heat rising in your cheeks.

“Coming right up,” you managed, offering a small smile before returning to the bar. As the afternoon rolled on, you couldn’t help but notice his gaze lingering on you every so often. Even when the taller man spoke to him, he seemed distracted, his attention never straying far from you.

Eventually, you glanced up from the bar to find him making his way over, coffee cup in hand.

“This coffee is hot,” he said, sliding onto a stool. “Kind of like…” He pointed at you with a wink and a little click of his tongue.

It was so over-the-top cheesy that you almost rolled your eyes, but somehow, the way he said it, paired with that playful grin, made you smile instead.

“What’s your name?” he asked boldly.