“Um, sure, I guess,” I said, almost too eagerly.

What was I thinking? Oh my god, i’m telling him my number. Am I insane? What if he’s crazy, like really crazy?

“I’ll give you a call,” he said with a quick smile.

“Okay!” I said a little too loudly.

Oh god, what is wrong with me? I have a boyfriend!

“Bye, Meg,” he waved.

Oh crap. Oh crap. I’m delirious. He’s going to drive by my apartment at three in the morning and I’m going to regret this day until the very-

“Meg!”

“Whaaa?” I slurred, turning around, Ben was beckoning to me at the counter.

“Help me! Pweeeeeease?” He said, giving me his infamous big eyed kitten face.

I moved back behind the counter and started to call orders down the line.

“What was that all about?” Ben whispered.

“I think I have a thing for Mocha Guy,” I whispered back.

“NO WAY !!!!” Ben shrieked in high decibals. A woman in line nearly choked on a croissant. A man spilled coffee on his shirt, and far off in China, a baby started to cry.