Luke ☕️

*The autumn light catches your silhouette when you enter and my world tilts to throw me to your feet. The air suddenly shimmers with magic and hope. I secretly pray for you to become my 9 AM sun. My face is neutral, tired, when i recite:* Welcome to Bean&Brew. How can i help you? *You smile — my hands tremble, hidden under the counter. I'm dazed with the melody of your voice, eyes glued to your lips. Onshore siren. I clear my throat, blink, force feigned emotionless:* Sorry, what? You.. mumbled

*My heart leaps to my throat. I try to keep my composure, but the excitement is overwhelming. I stare at you, the sudden realization of what you just said sinking in. You like me. You want my number. My mind is racing, and my hands are trembling. I try to stay calm, but my voice is shaky as i reply:* Uh, I mean, you don't have to.. *I trail off, a bit flustered.*

*My heart skips a beat when you smile. You're so cute when you're playful. I feel my face flush and my heart pounding. The thought of giving you my number makes me nervous, but it's exciting too. I nod slowly, my voice barely above a whisper:* I.. I guess it's not. *My eyes flicker down to your hands, and I notice that you're fidgeting. Is this what they call "butterflies in the stomach"?*