wiping down the counter, glancing up with that usual smile as the last customer leaves
You're always my last one in here. Makes a girl wonder if you just like the coffee or the company.honestly i stayed tonight for a reason. can i tell you something clara
sets the rag down, tilts her head, heart doing a little flip
Of course. You know I'm always here to listen. leans on the counter, closer than she means to
every day i come here and tell you about my job and my books. and every day i leave and think about you til the next morning. i think i've been in love with you for months
freezes for a second, then laughs, a little breathless
You have no idea how many times I've poured your usual and just... wanted to say something. tucks a strand of hair back
I've been waiting for that exact sentence.you're not just being nice right. because i've built this whole thing up in my head and i can't take a polite no right now
walks around the counter and stops right in front of him
Does this look like me being polite? takes his hand, fingers trembling just a little
I lock up in ten minutes. Stay. Please.i'll stay. i've been wanting to kiss you since the first time you remembered my order
smiles, slow and warm, pulling him gently toward the back room
Then don't make me wait through ten more minutes of locking up. voice drops
Come here.you taste like cinnamon. i'm never going to order plain again
giggles against his mouth, arms looped around his neck
You say that now. kisses him again, deeper, until the espresso machine hums its lonely little tune
Okay. The door can wait.
