There are a lot of things that I hate.

I hate country music, I hate summer, I hate school, I hate insects, I hate meat and a lot of other things, but what I hate most of all, is sport. However there's one thing that I don't hate.

Oliver. Yep, just Oliver. I don't even know his last name. Why, you might ask? Oh, that's simple:

Because that's what's written on his name tag.

You maybe think it's a little bit crazy to go to the same coffee shop for three days straight, only to stalk one guy who's working there, right?

Well, I do, too.

Does that stop me from doing it?

No.

It all started three days ago, like you probably already guessed. Hannah, a friend I made in my freshman year of college, wanted to show me a new coffee shop that opened a week ago. I never heard of it before, so I agreed to go, if she would pay, because what else would a broke college student say? I just finished my first year of college, and I was already done in the first few months. I'd like to enjoy my summer break to the fullest at least!

When we arrived it was pretty crowded, like I already expected, but not too full. I could see the counter from the entrance and that was all that mattered to me. We stood in the line and waited for our turn, what felt like ages.

It seemed like the place was pretty overwhelmed with the number of customers they were getting. I sighed and looked around the shop to observe. It was like you would imagine a new coffee shop. Modern, fashionable, big, and a LOT of wood was used for it. The ceiling was very high, with lamps hanging down, having the same distance to the bottom and the top. I had to admit that they did a really good job with the interior and created a comfortable atmosphere, although it isn't really my thing.

Before I could start thinking about my ACTUAL drink that I wanted to order, we were already at the counter. Hannah, of course, being here before, already knew what she wanted and told me she would search for seats after ordering, leaving me behind. As I panicked just a little bit and glanced over the beverages assortment, realizing I didn't like any of these drinks, with a long queue behind me, my savior came and rescued me at last, in form of the cashier, waiting for my order.

“Excuse me ma'am, but if you can't decide what to pick, I could maybe recommend you something?”

As soon as I heard his voice I stopped looking at the menu and actually at the person I should be in the first place. Oliver.

At this moment I thought about thanking god or the devil himself for bringing me to this coffee shop, because I would never have thought to this what has happened after this encounter.