I actually cannot believe this happened. I work mornings in a neighborhood coffee shop as a cashier. Mallory comes in every day for her morning latte. Honestly, she’s the reason I haven’t asked to work a different shift. She’s stunning. Irish. Red hair, petit. She is the dream. She wears this skimpy sundresses with black flip flops and carries this bohemian looking purse around with her. She’s casual and carefree, as far as I can tell.
Usually, we chat briefly while she waits for her coffee. I’ve never had the courage to ask her out, even though literally everyone thinks she’s also interested in me.
Well, two days ago, she had company. Another Irish redhead, also wearing a sundress and flip flops.
“This is my sister,” she said. “Caitlyn.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. “Visiting from Ireland?”
“I am,” she said as we shook hands.
“Well, then, coffee is on me today. Welcome to Florida.”
“Free coffee,” Caitlyn said. “I already like this place.”