After that first day, something shifted in me. I'd always loved going to that café, but now, I found myself looking forward to it like never before. It wasn't just about the coffee anymore—it was about seeing him. I started going there more often, and I mean way more often. I'd stop by on my way to work, on weekends, sometimes even in the afternoon if I happened to be nearby. My friends were starting to notice, teasing me about my "sudden obsession with lattes."
At first, I'd tried to play it cool. I'd go in, order my usual, and try not to be too obvious about the fact that I was definitely hoping he'd be working. But he was almost always there, standing behind the counter with that quiet, focused look. I started noticing all these little things about him—like how he'd give a small nod to every regular who came in or how he'd fiddle with his apron string when he was deep in thought.
Every time I walked in and saw him, my heart would do that little flutter, and I'd have to remind myself to act normal. But the best part was that he started to notice me too. Each time I went in, he'd flash me this small, knowing smile as if he knew exactly why I was there. I'd always smile back, trying to hide the fact that just that one look from him could make my whole day better.
when he handed me my coffee, there was a tiny heart drawn in the foam. I almost laughed out loud. It was simple, just a little touch, but it felt like he'd added it just for me. From that day on, there was always some small detail that made each coffee feel special—sometimes a tiny leaf design, other times a little swirl, almost like he was trying to make my cup stand out from everyone else's.
