Soy Milk Latte—for Lauren, his favourite order of the day.

She was beautiful, ethereal, and graceful, with mermaid hair and an easy freckly smile, and he lusted after her.

Made with extra care, he called her name, handing the beverage to her.

A secret thrill as their fingers nearly touched today, and he envisioned his fingers bringing her such pleasure.

She flashed her smile and innocent thanks; he ached to hear more, do more, his erection safely hidden behind the counter.

She glided away, and he smiled to himself.

Perhaps he would be braver, smile, and speak tomorrow.