starbucks guy

when i moved into my current place, i discovered that there was a starbucks down the hill! imagine my joy to discover that a delicious hot beverage was moments away. as you can imagine, i started going there every day. pro tip: if you follow in my footsteps and purchase chai lattes every day, don't add up how much it will cost you a year. seriously. it will make you rather sad. anyway, monday to friday, without fail, i'm in there. the baristas don't even ask what i want anymore, instead greeting me with friendly calls of "hey cait!" yep. they know my name. it's awesome.

starbucks guy was in front of me very early on in my starbucks visits, ordering an americano. he's tall. he's kind of rough around the edges, and always dressed in a hoodie and cargo pants. he's got blue eyes, and has a really deep voice.

but let's back up. see, starbucks guy and i have never actually met. come to think of it, i don't think we've even exchanged words. he held the door open for me once. i see him most mornings on my way to work, in varying states of awake-ness. but you see, i'm having a love affair with him in my mind. each morning, i open the door to the store and while i'm in the midst of ordering or greeting the baristas, i take a quick glance around the shop. he's there. either ordering, or sitting quietly in the corner with his laptop. we make eye contact for a brief moment every single time. it's heaven.

i imagine what i would say to him, and of course in my imagination i am charming and articulate and looking particularly lovely. he cracks a joke, and i laugh, my hair tossing back over my shoulder.

judging by what he wears, i imagine starbucks guy to be in a trade of some sort. possibly a carpenter. definitely good with his hands. the strong silent type. any further details into this love affair in my mind probably turn out to be x-rated, but honestly all i really want is to make him smile. he has a fantastic smile.

for fear of coming off a little too stalker-ish for having noticed, i haven't seen starbucks guy in more than a few days. i hope that he's not sick, or moving away. i hope that i find a way to actually say hello before i end up moving away from here and that starbucks is no longer on my way to work. come back to me, starbucks guy. you make my mornings all the sweeter.