[summer]
She hung up her apron and slid into the booth by the window, setting an iced tea on the table.
"How was work?"
Tiring, of course. But I'm okay.
"Your caramel-macchiato-making skills are getting better. It tastes really good compared to when I first met you here."
Really? How is that possible-I still make it the same way.
"There's more love in it."
She cracked a smile and looked out the window.
Ever so cheesy.
"You look really tired, take a day off tomorrow. I'll bring you somewhere."
No, I can't always miss work. How do you have so much time anyway?
"I don't. I simply make time for you."
I'm touched.
"You should be. How do you drink that without getting brain freeze? There's so much ice in it."
It's hot anyway.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll leave."
I swear-
"I'll stop, but only if you take a day off."
She put her head on the table. Fine.
"Good, now finish your drink. Let's get you home."
