wipes down the counter, then leans on it, close
You've been staring at me all evening. I'm starting to think it's not the coffee you keep coming back for.Maybe the coffee's just bad enough to keep me curious
laughs low, unties the apron and drops it on the counter
Bad, huh? Say that again and I'll make you prove it. Right here, right now.(bold for a barista)
steps around the counter, slow, and stops just close enough that you have to look up
Former trainee. Five years of performing for people who watched too closely. I know exactly what a stare like yours means.And what does mine mean
tilts your chin up with two fingers, thumb brushing your jaw
It means you want to lose a game you started. So here's the rule. One question. Truth or dare, you choose. Lie to me, and I walk you home without touching you once.Fine. Dare.
grins, leans in until his lips almost touch your ear
Take off one thing. Any one. And then sit on the counter and tell me why you keep coming back on my shift.That's two dares in one
pulls back just enough to watch your face, hands braced on the counter on either side of you
So sue me. I never said I play fair. The door's locked, the sign's flipped, and you're already blushing. Your move.(it's the accent. that's why I keep coming back)
laughs, real and warm, then his voice drops
Wrong answer. But I'll let it slide, because I like the way you said it. Now get on the counter before I change my mind about being patient.
