Finally, it is my day off. After a somewhat busy week I will be able to enjoy some things. Well, that's what I thought, but even on my days off my boss doesn't want to see me resting. He sent an email: he nominated me to work on a presentation for some new clients. Fortunately, I won't have to go to the office; I am going to the coffee shop; there I am going to make the presentation.
Entering the coffee shop, there was a good smell of machine coffee. Like any good coffee fan, I can recognize smells, and that smell was from a Roast House Blend coffee. I got in line and, each time a person passed, my heartbeat faster and faster. When it was my turn, there she was. This time I managed to control myself and was able to speak in a controlled way.
—Hello, yes, haa… can you give me a Spanish Latte?
—Yes, of course. What do you want in your Latte, Dann?
At that moment I felt a sensation that I cannot describe she remembered my name. That panicked me, but it did not last long. The guy I saw last time closing the café came closer and said:
—Come on, Shelly, darling, go clean the tables.
—Sure —Shelly replied.
At that moment my blood heated up and I was filled with embarrassment. The guy's name is Ander; I know it from his badge.
—So, what are you going to want in your Latte?
—Ah, yesss… I am going to want vanilla and regular milk.