The Mysterious Café Boy

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I'm at my job one day. I live in New York City, and work in a small café there. The little shop wasn't busy today, and I was staring off into space when I heard the bell at the door chime, signaling someone entered. I peer up, and see the most beautiful guy you've ever laid eyes on. He had curly, fluffy, chocolate brown hair and piercing emerald green eyes. I realized I was staring, and snapped out of my trance just as he approached me. "Hello! What would you like today?" I asked, trying to avoid staring at his beautiful eyes. "Um, I'll have an iced caramel macchiato with a bacon egg and Gouda sandwich." I told him his total, then he paid and went to one of the many empty tables. While I was making the mysterious man's drink, I couldn't stop thinking about his god-like figure. After I'm done preparing his order, I bring it to his table and he thanks me. I go back to the counter and try to distract myself with putting pastries behind the counter. While he is eating, I can't help but sneak looks at him. One of the times I do it, when I look up his forest green orbs are staring right back at me. I blush as we both look away immediately. Once he is done eating and gets up, I walk over to the table to start cleaning up. I see he wrote something on the receipt. I unfold the small piece of paper in my hands, and after a second of studying it, I realize it's his phone number. A wave of excitement shocks me, and I run to the door right as he was about to leave. "S-sir, I never ev-even got your n-name." I stuttered, still star struck. "Harry." I smile and say, "Well, hi Harry. I'm (y/n). I would ask you to stay so we could get to know each other, but my shift is almost over. I'm assuming we'll be seeing each other again soon though." He agrees, then leaves. I have a huge grin on my face as I leave, knowing I just met someone who will be very important to me.

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