He followed them into the coffee shop but didn’t even like coffee. He just thought the girls were cute and was tired of weekends with no plans.
“What can I get you?”
It took him a moment to realize the barista was talking to him, so he froze. He hadn’t thought this through. It was all about the girls.
“Um…a cup of tea, please.” He didn’t exactly love tea, either.
“What kind?”
Shit, there were kinds? He was lost. The barista tapped his foot, then pointed to a list on the wall. Breakfast? Oolong? What the heck is oolong? What does that even mean? Ginger tea? What the hell?
“Uh…plain?” he replied.
“Size?”
“Medium?”
“We have 16 ounce and 24 ounce.”
Shit. “16 ounce, please.”
The man made the tea and handed it to him.
“Fresh lemon?”
The girls were gone.
A Flash of Inspiration 