The summer after high school graduation, I worked two jobs to pay for nursing school. During the midnight shift as a waitress, a charismatic young man at the counter flirted with me for hours as he consumed seven cups of coffee.
For the next month, the hot guy visited the restaurant on my shift flirting with me enough to earn warnings from my boss. At this point I began to believe that he liked the coffee but not me. Why hadn’t he asked me out?
Finally, one night about 3:30am, he shyly asked, “...