“How may I help you?” The barista’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and Oliver’s heart stumbles.
“I, er—the matcha?” It comes out like a question. But that’s alright! Oliver desperately thinks, It’s an Aussie thing to speak like that, he’s young too, righ t?
A thoughtful look comes across the barista’s face. “Matcha bubble tea?”
“The ice cream and waffle. Please.”
The barista’s smile widens. “Of course.” He winks. “Since it’s so late, I’ll give you two extra toppings for free, okay?”