I work at a coffee shop and it's hard to please everyone.

Including my coworkers. I do everything I can to make it easier on all of us.

I just wish that the others would try.

There's this guy that is probably a 12.5 on the attractive scale of 10 (at least on my attractive scale) and he comes in each day and orders an iced coffee with mocha caramel and sugar. I'm often the one to make his coffee and pass it off to him sometimes making small talk, so I usually have it ready as he passes his card to my coworker.

One day I was washing the floor when my coworker ordered me rudely back behind the counter. I put the wet floor sign up but then without heeding it's warning I slipped right on my back.

My coworkers immediately groaned at me (I'll admit, I am a bit of a klutz).

But the attractive guy came right over and helped me to my feet.

And ever so smoothly, he smiled at me and said dripping with as much sweetness as his coffee had, "I've been waiting for you to fall for me."

And I smiled at his cheesiness and I blushed shyly as I headed behind the counter.

And my coworker jealously offered to make his coffee since I'm a klutz.

And for the second time in the day he made me blush again when he said. "She's not a klutz," he rolled his eyes. "And I like the way she makes coffee, it tastes the best. Thank you gorgeous," he said and pulled my hand so I leaned across the counter so he could kiss my cheek and leave without another word.

But of course, he came back the next day. And he slipped on the floor. "I could sue you," he said with a grin. "And I'd own the shop."

"Wouldn't be me," I said bravely. "I just work here."

"Well, I guess I'd own you," he winked. But that sounded so good.

I shook my head and stared at him. "You've got to stop falling for me," i said yet again braver than I felt.

And he laughed and pulled my lips down to his.