There’s this coffee shop that I visit a whole lot. You may have heard of it. Starbucks?
Well, ya. I literally mean a whole lot, since they know us by name, my drinks and Isobel’s. I mean, I even stopped in there for a cup of coffee while I was in labour, on my way to the hospital. I’m a little…obsessive.
So, friendships have been made through there. People have moved on but we’re still chatting, and new blood has come in.
Enter Harry Potter Barista. Dude looks like a bit of an emo nerd, in a cute way. Super charming and nice, sometimes he’s just made me want to giggle at his cuteness. Shut up.
Cuz we’ve had this very mild and innocent flirtation going on since he started, it’s okay if he yanks my chain, right? No euphemism meant there, really. Ahem. And then I got busted by him – in more ways than one.
The convo went something like this:
HPB: I saw you at (name of other coffee chain in the nieghbourhood). [finger pointing, slit eye]
Me: They have free wi-fi! I go when Isobel’s at daycare, to work! [show dimples, a face of complete cute innocence - if I wasn't thinking how cute he was with mock anger]
HPB: It’s cool. I was in school mode anyway, not Starbucks Nazi. [aww. look at his little lopsided grin!]
Me: School, eh? Where do you go? [I wonder if he knows I don't really care?]
HPB: (name of high school across the street from the other coffee shop).
Me: Holy fuck. You’re young. Shit, now I feel old. Holy fuck, [backs away slowly to retrieve coffee and plan the washing out of my dirty dirty little high school boy flirting-with mind.]
When did I become a cougar?
