The best confections at this café aren’t on the menu — they’re behind the counter and between these coworkers’ legs.

Zach said, "I’ll be there lickety-split," and I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing.

"What did you just say?"

He was hanging up the phone, and he gave me a curious look, his ginger-colored eyebrows raised. "I told Jamie I’d be over in a minute." He ran one hand over his short hair in a habit I recognized from two months working at his side.

"That’s not what you said." Jamie was one of our regular clients. Her office always ordered a dozen coffees in various shades of cream and varieties of sugar. But for some reason Zach’s response this particular morning had caught my... Read More