As always, the line outside my door was never ending. It was always interesting to see repeat tasters coming back to get another shot at the “Mysterious Sample.” They would try to ask different questions or even the same exact questions they asked before with different words. It could be tiresome. The desperation was the funniest. Why did these people think I was so special? I can't have been the only one to be different. I knew I had always been the top sample requested and had always had the most flow. He knew it made the others jealous. Even the other samples seemed to have a hard time cracking him. I was okay with that. I don’t need people in my life, much less a love interest that could figure me out. My mind drifts back to earlier this evening when all the samples were in the waiting rooms getting ready. A young vibrate man had introduced himself. He was a new sample, and was the only one who obviously didn't get the memo that I was the stand-off-ish sample who everyone envied. If he did, he didn’t care. So far he was the only one that I kind of liked.

"Hi! I’m Antonio!"

"Daniel."

"It’s nice to meet you. May I sit?"

"You already are."

"Oh you can... Nevermind. It's my first time here and I hope that my room is okay and that people think I'm interesting do you think that I'll get any offers has anyone ever tried to touch are the tasters interesting how many samplings have you don..."

"Woah woah! Breath." I cut off his never ending word vomit.

"Sorry. I’m nervous."

"It’s okay. I’m always nervous."

"Really!? Ok Gooooooooood! GOD! I feel like I'm sweating like a pig."

"Umm yeah... that's gross"

"Shut up! I'm sorry I'm probably being so rude. So Daniel, whats your room like?"

"It's black."

"Fitting. Just black? No furnishings?"

"Oh don't bother even asking him honey, can't you tell he doesn't wanna talk to you." A sultry female voice breaks up our conversation. A light touch, obviously a hand slide across my back and stops on my left shoulder. Cassie Statford has been a sample here for as long as I have, the only difference is she’s accepts a meal every event, goes home with said taster until the next sampling event. Then it's was on to the next taster that peaks her interest. It is was a pretty common cycle for most of the samples here. Although, the owners had upped our numbers for this event and started filtering out those who didn't seem to be as popular. Cassie was easy to talk to, a chameleon in all its glory. She could connect with everyone, and anyone, except those who saw through her pretty face and the shades she accommodated.

"And who says I don't!" I snapped at her. She was always trying to get to me. The one sample that wasn't willing to reciprocate her affections. She was the worst kind of girl and one I avoided like the plague. 

"Daniel, baby, don't be like that."

"Yeaaaahh Daaaaaniel…" A deep southern voice pipes up behind her. Malachai Morton, a southern boy by all respects, but he wasn't really. He wanted everyone to think he was this tough country boy who loved sports. He definitely looked and talked the part, but in reality he was nothing like that. He was one of the best pastry chefs in the city. His cream puffs were to die for. He has one interest when it came to the samples, Cassie. Unfortunately for him, he had been forever friendzoned.

"Oh Mal," Cassie scoffed, "Go away you're ruining my moment with my Danny Boy." I hated that nickname.

"Ew…" We all stopped and turned toward Antonio. "You're obnoxious."

"Excuse me?!" Cassie wailed, "I'm actually quite popular here you'd do well to remember that."

"Like I care who you are. You butted into a lovely conversation I was having with Daniel here. Bitch, that's rude. Bug off before I smash you. You too big lug, ain't nobody fooled by you."

I sniggered and burst out laughing. I loved this guy! Not only had he totally seen through Cassie and Malachai immediately. He wasn't having any part of it. Cassie stood and stomped off with Malachai hot on her heels trying to soothe her with comforting word.

"That poor guy..." Antonio stage whispered.

"I know right!?" I was wiping my eyes as I was coming down from the joy of that moment. "I like you!"

"Thanks! I like you too. Now tell me more about your room. I wanna guess more about you."

"You first Mr. Antonio."

"OK! Well…"

"Hello? Mr. Magical Sample! I love this coffee. Its just so... Dark. Are you the dark and mysterious type?"

I'm ripped back to the present as a nasally female voice registers in my ears. Ugh.. this woman again, probably one of the most annoying repeat tasters. She needs a good spanking.

"Hi again Ms. Anita."