Y/n worked downtown as a barista/cashier in a busy branch of Starbucks. She worked 8 hours a day to pay off her monthly needs and bills.
Y/n was happy though. She was happy because she could serve people. She was happy because she could be a part of other people's shitty mornings. She was happy although people don't value her that much.
"A Mocha Cappuccino please." A sexy baritone voice echoed through the deserted and quiet branch.
"1 mocha cappuccino for?.. " She said while getting a cup for the order, marker at the ready to name the coffee.
"Alan would be fine, thanks." The man said smiling as the girl in front of her looked up and stood there wide eyed.
"I-i u-uh that would b-be 3 d-dollars, sir."
Alan handed his money and smiled to himself. Seeing the girl in front of him getting flustered was the reason why a smile was etched onto his soft and plump lips.
Meanwhile, Y/n stood there blushing as she made Alan his cup of mocha cappuccino. She was oblivious of the cup getting full and was met by the mean hot coffee.
Y/n cussed and cleaned up the mess she made. This was the first time she was flustered because of a customer. Granted there were a few college blokes that hit on her whenever they come to this particular outlet, this man caught her eye. He was mysterious but gentle. She felt her knees go weak when she heard his voice for the first time this morning.
She assembled his drink and sighed, thinking that when he walked out of the door, she would never see him again.
"1 Mocha Cappuccino for Alan!" She called out, as the usual college blokes started to pile in.
Alan quickly stood after scribbling his number on a piece of table napkin and slid it over silently while he took his drink and smiled one last time at the girl and he was gone.
Y/N stood there stunned, gripping the now crumpled table napkin and blushed as she saw what was the content of the said object.
For the rest of the day, Y/N couldn't keep her mind off of the phone number that was scribbled across the table napkin. She smiled widely as she recalled how his smile looked like.
Alan sat down on his office swivel chair and took a sip from his now cold mocha cappuccino, thinking about the bold thing he just did this morning. He was smiling like an idiot -as his co-workers would say- and managed to finish the weeks worth of report that was piled neatly on his table.
Y/N took off her apron and started to clean up the now closed shop and started mopping the floor. After she was done with the chores, she took all of her things and said goodbye to her manager.
She walked home tiredly, rubbing her nape that was showing signs of a stiff neck. But that didn't wipe the grin off of her small lips. She was still thinking about the incident earlier this morning.
Alan drove home safely, he felt amazing even though he finished those reports 3 hours ago. He quickly change into his pyjamas and sat on his bed, waiting for the familiar tone of his notification.
Fresh from bath, Y/N walked out and looked at the napkin that sat on her bed while drying her hair. She was nervous to say the least. She was actually terrified. She hesitated at first, but then picked her phone and the napkin up muttering words that she didn't know would change her life.
"Okay, here goes nothing."
