"Hey."
I look up, pretty boy's voice cracked.
"F-feel better?" I ask.
"Now that I've seen you, yeah."
I blush.
"Wh-what can I-I get y-you?"
"A 16 ounce peppermint latte."
"Why d-don't you e-ever ord-der the sa-sa-same thing t-twice?"
"If I have a regular order, I don't get to talk to you as much."
