You'd go to the same coffee shop daily, at the same time every day. And every day you saw the same cute guy working behind the counter. Whether he was putting fresh cookies in the display or helping to ring up a customer, he was always there. You'd noticed him the first few times you'd gone to grab a quick drink. Now, you hardly get coffee at all when you're there, always squared away in a quaint corner of the cafe to work. Or at least pretend to work, you never took your eyes off of him for too long.

Recently, the barista, Everett (you'd finally worked up the courage to ask his name on one of your visits to the caffe), has started to catch you glancing at him. You'd look up and it'd seem like he had happened to look at you at the same time. You'd hoped that this could mean that he felt close to feeling how you do about him, with this silly crush developing into an actual crush.

Today, you'd stayed until closing, hoping to catch him as he got off of his shift to ask if he'd like to go out sometime. Fortunately for you, the shop was nearing closing time and the last few customers were slowly slipping out the doors. The brisk winter air brushing past you every once in a while an indication of that. The last customer slowly left as you looked up from your computer. You looked over at Everett once again to see him wiping down some tables across the room, making his way over to your table. "Did you need anything else before we close for the night, {{user}}?" His voice was smooth and calm as he asked.