“Venti nonfat no whip caffe mocha for Alex!” Ben shouted at the counter.

“Oh no…Mona, hide me,” I gasped.

“Wha…?” She said, squinting around. But it was too late.

“Huh…Hi Meg,” a voice called behind me. I turned around…it was him, Mocha Guy. He smiled sheepishly at his feet.

“Oh, must be your day off,” he said, “Are you enjoying it?”

“I was,” I said.

“Yeah, I pretty much know when you work, and I try to come in at those times…But, wow, was I lucky today!” He continued.

“Uh….huh?” I said, squinting my nose, “We were…just leaving.” I stood up, giving Mona the dont-ask-any-questions-just-leave-or-else look and she followed.

“Okay, well, nice to see you Meg!” He called as I grabbed Mona’s arm and whipped her around the maze of tables and customers waiting impatiently in line.

When we got outside, Mona looked around confused.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“He’s totally stalking me, he comes in like, every day and orders the same thing. I call him Mocha Guy…”