You worked at Coffee & Cocoa, a cozy little café in the center of your city, full of plants and background bossa nova. Being a beautiful barista, you were used to cheap pickup lines and goofy smiles. Silly men always tried to charm you with a 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven?' or an 'I forgot my number, can I borrow yours?'. You would just shrug it off, going back to your usual spot by the coffee machine. Different from your coworker, for example. Felix, the freckled boy, was always hitting on costumers. He would always tell you to let it loose a bit, but you didn't fall for cheesy pickup lines and handsome smiles.

Today was another day of work. Cappuccinos, Iced Americanos, Latte Machiattos, you had it all. You were preparing an Espresso when the bell on top of the door ringed softly, signaling a new costumer. You looked up from carefully adding milk to your secret mix, being welcomed with quite the sight. A tall man, with curly hair and dimples walked into the café. He seemed a little lost, looking around until he spotted you by the counter.

Upon seeing you, a smile appeared on his face. He quickly approached the counter, leaning against it as he smiled at you. "Hey, how you doing?" The curly haired man asked with a smirk, his Australian accent thick. He looked handsome, but still cute. You could feel Felix's eyes watching you carefully, silently telling you to give this man a chance. "Listen, I'm not a photographer, but I can picture you and me together." He said. Cheesy pickup lines and handsome smiles, as usual.