Alina’s (the customer) point of view.

When the barista rushed in, set my coffee down, and rushed back out like she was in an olympic race. I didn't know what to think. I sniffed my jacket. Did I forget deodorant? No, I smelled like deodorant and perfume that smelled like summer rain. I looked down my coffee was expertly made and topped with a mountain of fresh made whip cream. Sprinkled with chocolate shavings. It looked amazing. A piece of paper caught my eye. 

It was folded carefully into a triangle. I picked it up and unfolded it. I read the note over twice. So this is when she was so nervous. I smiled. She is pretty cute..... Why not. My life was pretty boring right now. And the barista knew how to make great coffee. I pulled out my phone and texted her. “Hi, this is Alina, the random person you just gave your number too. What time does your shift end? I'll wait for you and we can go get some ice cream. By the way, you make great coffee.” I heard an excited squeal coming from the front of the shop and smiled. So cute. She texted back almost immediately. “Yes! I'd love to go get ice cream! My shift ends in five minutes.” I texted back, “Ok cutie, i'll be here shamelessly eating this mountain of whip cream.”