*Macy's POV*
The day at the cafe dragged like it always did.
Customers with to much time on their hands coming in and out and sipping on coffees.
Same thing everyday, nothing ever changed.
Until today.
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I had finally finished with a customer with an annoying four year old son that want all the unhealthy stuff in the shop, but his mom wouldn't let him have any so threw a massive strop, screaming and crying.
They walked away and I swear I was dreaming or imagining something because I'm pretty sure that Kyle Simmons was standing right in front of me on the other side of the counter.
Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.
Repeat.
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He ordered an Americano coffee and a brownie.
No hesitations. No getting anything wrong. And most of all no fangirling. And then all will be fine.
I handed him over his order and told him how much he owed and he paid. Nothing different.
But oh dear lord he smirked at me
HE FUCKING SMIRKED AT ME OML.
"When's your lunch break?" he politely asked.
"In five minutes actually."
"Want to come get some lunch with me then?"
This did not just happen oh lord I think I'm going to pass out.
No Macy, you can't not now. Just reply.
"Um, yeah sure, just hang on a sec." I croaked.
