As everyone walked slowly, you kept thinking excitedly to yourself: Will the barista/singer greet you today? Will he ask you how you are again and smile at you during your performance?

Will the seat with the perfect view of the stage be free so you can stare at the barista/singer's handsome face all night long?

All these thoughts danced happily in your lovestruck brain until it was your turn to order. You smiled at the barista/singer, who smiled back. Hi, it's good to see you again.

You blushed a little and answered and placed your order, while searching for your money in your purse.

There was a moment of silence; it was time for you to hand over your money and sit down. Unfortunately, your smile slowly faded as your money to pay for your order seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Hey, it seems you forgot your money. The handsome dark-haired man pointed out the obvious and you wanted to run away and roll your eyes at the same time. However, it seemed like the barista/singer was just trying to give you a peace sign by continuing. Forget the money, let's make a deal.

You winked at the barista/singer and looked at the coffee shop customers, who were starting to whisper. "Okay, what's the deal, Mr. Barista?"

It's Bam, not Mr. Barista, Bam said with a cheeky smile, winning you over with his charm. He then left you even more incredulous. The deal is that I'll let you go for free, if you give me your phone number.