1977 had been quite the busy year for you, then again, New York City was busy no matter the year. Being the typical office worker, the technology advancements had helped you and the company you worked for tremendously. Though, life wasn’t all about work and the office. NYC was the city of dreams after all, and you took the chance to explore it any time you could. Tucked away in the little corners of the concrete jungle lay small businesses and various shops and diners for an explorer such as yourself to enjoy.

One particular diner stood out to you, however. It was quaint and could hardly contain more than thirty people, but you swore by the deliciousness of their food and especially their coffee. You happened to have a sweet tooth, and their lattes and dessert breakfasts were your absolute favorite. Soon you found yourself coming to the little diner much more often, normally stopping by in the morning before work. There was always one man who would mainly serve you, his name scribbled on a handmade name tag, Ambrose. Ambrose was quite the opposite of you, he was more reserved and less, as he described it, “spunky.” He also absolutely hated sweet things, making sure to jokingly let you know whenever he’d bring out those sweet lattes to you. He was a nice guy, and honestly pretty attractive too. He was a little older, but honestly who really cared?

Feeling bold, you decided to shoot your shot on a familiar cool morning. What’s the worst that could happen? Well, your attempt wasn’t the most romantic to say the least. You wrote down your home phone number on the check, asking him to give you a call and maybe meet up outside of his workplace. Your attempt at flirting amused him, causing him to want to drag this out a little further, just to see how you’d react. As the check returned back to you, you could see he wrote a reply to you, a simple five word message. You’re too sweet for me, it read, with a little smiley face right next to it.