I'd memorized his habits (how his eyebrows furrowed when he steamed milk, and that he made eye contact with every customer), what he wore (flannel shirts usually, over his white tee with jeans), how he smelled (clean, fresh, manly).
I had no idea if Emmett was gay. When my shift was over, I took a chance.
"Hey, Em, I'm out."
"Have a good night, Edward."
His broad smile caught me off-guard, stunning me.
"Do you think maybe, sometime, you might want to..." I shuffled my feet nervously, searching for the right words.
"I'd like that, Edward," he said, still smiling.
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Happy birthday, FD! I hope it is fabulous, and you get to spend the day exactly as you desire. <3
Thank you bb! And Ed and Em as slashy baristas? I love it!!!!
ReplyDeleteUm, how could you stop that there? LOL! Loved it though.
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