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I completely froze momentarily. I didn't know what to do. I just looked at him. Eminem. Trying to clean coffee that my dumb ass spilled. He blinked and I snapped out of it. I looked at the ground and my cheeks flushed red.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to help me."

I quickly tried to pick up napkins and avoid eye contact with him.

"Nah it's okay. I was happy to help. I'm Marshall."

"Yeah I'm a little bit of a fan." I admitted. "It's really nice to meet you. I'm Alex. " I said as I looked at the ground.

"That's dope." He said as he kept his gaze on me and sat down at my table. "How are you?" He asked me. I sort of laughed at his question and replied "Not too bad other than the fact that I'm covered in fucking coffee. And you?" He laughed before saying "Yeah, not too bad. So what do you do for a job?" "I'm just a waitress at Max's downtown." I told him. He nodded and we just made small talk for several minutes before he asked me "So do you have a boyfriend or anything?" My cheeks flushed and I told him I didn't and he smiled. "Well Alex, maybe you would like to get coffee with me sometime. And you know, not spill it all over ourselves?"

I giggled and my face flushed bright red. "Yeah. Yeah, I would love to." I said with a sweet smile.

He smiled back at me and said "Awesome. Could I get your number?"

I took a piece of paper out of my bag and a pen off the check-out counter and wrote my name and number on the paper with a tiny coffee cup sketch in the bottom right corner. I gave it to him and smiled.

He took it, put it in his jeans pocket and then looked at me and said "I'll call you" then he smiled sweetly at me and left.

I had to take a minute to comprehend what just happened.