Maybe it's the hat, or the voice, or the fact that he makes my coffee every day. Whatever it is, the barista downstairs is wicked cute. Interestingly, I once saw him on the street without the Starbucks gear, and the bubble just kinda burst. He's got a bit of male pattern going on (not that there's anything wrong with that), and was dressed a bit too shabby for my taste. Yes, let's keep our interactions to the coffee ordering.



Incidently, his name's Ben as well. Am I doomed to be only attracted to Bens?

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