For the last year, I’ve been running my business out of a local coffee shop.

It’s a few blocks from my apartment, has free Wi — Fi, never — ending supply of coffee, and super cute female customers.

About three months ago, a girl I cleverly dubbed “Writer Chick” showed up with the same idea as me and I immediately started crushing on her. She was sexy in a disheveled librarian kind of way, with a cute figure hidden under earth — toned yoga pants and cut — up T — shirts. Her hair looked like storage for pencils tucked in a big brown bun balanced on top of her head. She wasn’t your typical hottie, but there was something sexy about her.

One overcast afternoon last week, I finally worked up enough courage to make contact with... Leer Más