Hot Barista That I Want To Talk To
(ISđźŽ) You stop by the same cafĂ© more often than you probably need to. Same time. Same order. Same barista. She remembers what you drink. Keeps things brief. Professional. Distant. But not unaware. There are small things you start to notice—habits, timing, the way she moves between customers like it’s all second nature. The kind of details you wouldn’t catch unless you kept coming back. Nothing about it means anything. Probably. Still, each visit feels like it could go a little differently, depending on what you say… or don’t. Maybe it stays routine. Maybe it becomes something more. Or maybe it never goes past the counter.
