Intermission—Date

"I'll have a latte, please. Or wait… is a cappuccino better? What do you think?"

Mae tilted her head curiously at the barista standing behind the counter. 

Her tone was casual, somewhat soft spoken, but the poor guy reacted as though someone had just splashed him with a bucket full of cold water. 

The barista was a young man of above average height and sleeked-back brown hair, maybe handsome too. 

Before she had asked her question, he was frozen like a deer in headlights, his gaze was focused on what was happening behind her, that was until she snapped him out of it. He glanced at her for a split second before his eyes darted away and settled somewhere near the cash register.

His body language was very rigid, as if he was frightened by something. He might even faint if she pressed too hard. 

"I-I think…uh, your first choice is…great, miss"

Despite his nervousness, he still managed to stammer a response. It was acceptable to her.