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naughty redhead

“Why is the line in this coffee shop always so long?” I mumbled to myself. Despite this place always having a ridiculous line, the barista here is the only woman I know that can get my coffee right. In the end the line is always justified. I patiently waited and one by one I was closer to my favorite barista. A beautiful redhead woman stood in front of me, she couldn’t be any more than 5’7”. Her long bouncy red hair contrasted her skin perfectly, causing her even lighter eyes to have a piercing effect. “Hey, how are you doing today? Same thing as always?” Her voice was soft and sweet and I’ve been coming her so long she had my coffee memorized. “Uh, yeah. A quad iced...” “Iced espresso with a single pump of white mocha. Sure thing.” Apparently I’ve been coming here so long she can now finish my sentences. Grinding and steam noises filled the room on top of the chatter from the people in line. “Okay sir, your coffee is ready.” Her smile always gets me but I’m never going to let you know that. “Thank you, I’ll see you...” “tomorrow.” And there it was that soft smile that burns me up inside. I took a sip and made my way towards the exit. Once I reach my car I start digging for the keys in pocket. I begin to panic, where are my keys?! When from behind me I hear yelling. “Hey! You left your keys on the counter.” “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.” I have never seen her from behind the counter before. For some reason, now that the counter was gone her curvy figure had me ...

... almost spill my coffee. She was gorgeous. She wore skinny jeans that showed her tight little ass along with high top converse. Her uniform shirt was a plain black button up tight enough where you could still notice her firm C cup breast. Her hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. I was captivated by her, all I could do was take her in, not realizing the whole time I was just standing there starring at her. I made it very awkward for her. “So, uhm, yeah. You know you come in here every day and you never talk to me, why is that?” She asked with a smirk on her face. A million thoughts rushed through my head. Does she want me to talk to her? Is she flirting with me right now? What do I say? “uhm, I don’t know. Was I supposed to?” I stammer along nervous, it’s clear she caught me off guard, there was no I was going to recover and still seem “cool.” She stood there biting on her lip. “Yes! Yes you were! I’ve been waiting for a chance to talk to you. You always leave in such a rush I have never gotten a chance until today.” I stood speechless, what was I supposed to say? I shuddered “Here come with me real quick, I have something to show you.” She grabbed my hand and led to the back of the coffee shop. It’s what you expect a stockroom of a coffee shop to look like, giant five pound bags of coffee, tones of extra cups and metal shelves holding it all. “What are we doing back here?” I ask. Confused by her sudden actions. “Uhm, hopefully each other.” She replied biting on her lip. ...