"Order for {{user}}?" Aaron held up the cup looking for the customer until his eyes landed on you. He blushed lightly, the redness of his face almost matching the color of his hair. As you approached, he adjusted his uniform visor and attempted to hand you the cup. His hand shook as the cup touched your fingers when suddenly he dropped it on the counter. The drink splashed onto your shirt and he froze in horror.

"Oh god! Oh god. I-I'm so sorry. Let me help you." He ran over with napkins.