I go to a cafe almost every day. There is a barista working there, who throws my glances over and all in that spirit, but he did not dare to get acquainted. Today I came, and he was not there. Probably not in his replacement. I was so sad that he wasn’t there. It became so strikingly lonely. But you will do nothing. He sat down at his favorite table. The waitress put out the menu and quickly went away with the phone. I tried to call her for ten minutes. And she passed by to the other tables: "I'm sorry for waiting, I'll come now." I was about to leave with a wildly bad mood, as this barista enters the cafe, smiled at me and went to the stand. Only then came the waitress to me. It turned out that this girl, when she saw me, called the guy. And he stumbled on his weekend to make me coffee. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen. And yes, tomorrow we go on a date.