I slid the coffee cup across the counter and yelled, “Tall decaf café latte with coconut milk for Sharon!”

Then I promptly untied my apron and yanked it off, broadcasting the message that I was officially done for the day.

I hit the bathroom, washed my hands and tried to decide if I wanted to eat something or run home.

I came out of the employee break room to the normal hustle, bustle and chaos of the coffee shop only to spot her. Her. My feet stopped working, and my eyes zeroed in on her jeans, and by God, I wasn’t hallucinating. It was her.

I had two major tests in the morning, a shift after classes tomorrow and finals were approaching. Yet, none of that crossed my mind because I’d been waiting for the woman with the star pants to come back for ages.