You couldn’t hide your addiction to caffeine; and you couldn’t act like it didn’t exist. Especially when the coffee shop down your street made such good drinks.

Every morning you were there, taking the same order; it was an habit. And the workers there knew you now. It felt nice.

But that morning, when you entered the shop, someone new greeted you. The prettiest barista you had ever saw in your life.

“Hello! What can I get you today?” he asked, his badge showing his name; Johnny.