Coffee and Cafés - Book Two of the Café Latte Trilogy

Galão

Hello! I am now back for the final year of my PhD (my god I cannot wait for it to be over) and so the updates will be about once a week, perhaps twice a week if I have some excellent scheduling! Also, data analysis sucks, stats can go to heck.

After Café Latte finishes (we've got a while to go yet), I shall be starting Sequins and Shots, which is the final book in the series, following Harper and Edward. I hope you'll be there to enjoy it as it is *gasp* entirely new content! I only got up to chapter six or so in the last version so it'll be totally new stuff!

Love, Cam

♡

Galão

"Boy wonder, this needs to be sorted by three."

I took the file Misa handed me, examining it to find that we had a form we hadn't filed with the council. "Oops," I said, taking the form into my office. I quickly stamped it with our office details and sealed it into an envelope. I quickly headed to Ian's office and said, "Ian, you'll be passing the hall on your lunch, right? Can you file this?"

"Sure thing," Ian took the form and then quickly held up his tablet. "Just quickly, can you sort out a staggered release of the ads with Chris?"

"No worries," I took the tablet, and walked into Chris' office. "Chris, we got a series of ads through for the event. Can we do a staggered release, but make it quicker than last time, people got bored of seeing the same ads."

"How'd you know that?" Chris frowned.

"I checked the stats on who hid the ad," I explained. "I figured you have to be really bored of an ad to bother hiding it on Facebook, or the ad pissed you off. But I'm not sure how our ad would have pissed people off. So I figured they were bored."

"Got it," Chris replied, taking the tablet from me. "Oh, uh, I need some advice."

I frowned. That was unusual. I shut the office door and sat opposite him cautiously. "Sure, go ahead. What's up?"

Chris avoided eye contact with me. "What d'ya think of Barbie?"

"I think she's terrifying," I replied, almost a hundred percent sure that Barbie could somehow hear this conversation. "Like, if someone asked me who I thought would win in a fight, Barbie or the strongest man in the world, it'd be Barbie hands down."

Chris smiled briefly, which was also unusual, and then he shook his head. "No, I don't mean that, I mean... uh, like, do you like Barbie?"

I frowned. "Sure, I like Barbie, she's a friend. I mean, at least I'd consider her a friend. I'm pretty sure she considers me tolerable at most."

"Do you, uhh," Chris seemed to be struggling with his words. That in itself was usual, but it was accompanied by a significant lack of swearing and general unprofessionalism, which worried me. "Do you think she likes me?"

The penny dropped and I felt my brow relax as I realised what conversation I was having. "Oh," I said. "Do I think she like likes you?"

Chris shot me an exasperated look. "We are not in fucking school, Tom."

I snickered. "Hey, man, you're the one who is asking me, your colleague, if your other colleague wants to date you."

Rolling his eyes, Chris said, "Forget it, I shouldn't have fuckin' said anything-"

"No, no!" I said, grinning at his obvious embarrassment. "Come on, this is just the most human I've ever seen you - I think you and Barbie would make a great couple, actually. I think you're both just bizarre enough to complement each other."