A Barista Who Moves My Senses

Confusion and desire at the coffee counter

Something strange is happening to me.

Every time I walk into the Starbucks next to my house, my heart races. It’s not because of the caffeine.

It’s because of her.

The barista with dark hair and full lips who takes my order every morning.

What kind of attraction is this?

Sexual?
Emotional?

I don’t know.

She smiles at me as she makes my coffee. A warm, genuine smile. Her eyes meet mine for a second longer than necessary.

Is it that look that leaves me breathless?

Her nimble hands work the espresso machine. I imagine those hands in other places. On me.

What’s happening to me?

I’ve had wild experiences before. Threesomes, intense and fleeting connections. But this… this is different.

It’s softer. More persistent. More confusing.

When I was dating my ex, I felt a similar nervousness when I saw her. Now, single, the feeling is overwhelming.

I walk into the coffee shop and feel vulnerable. Exposed. Like she can read all my confused thoughts with a single glance.