You ordered a coffee and offered me a small smile.  I smiled back because I already knew what you wanted; you always wanted your coffee prepared the same way. 

I hurried to input your order into the register, but my hands were shaking so much that I had to re-do it twice.  It was hard to concentrate with you sitting just a few feet away; I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking peeks at you.

You fiddled with your phone (perhaps you were waiting for a text?), before placing it on the table and taking out a book.  I craned to see the title and held back a snicker when I saw it was some generic romance novel.  How predictable.

Though I studied you intently, you never seemed to notice me.  Then again you never did.  I tried to tell myself that I didn’t mind, but I was never good at lying to myself. 

The little bell at the kitchen window rang and I hurried to pick up your order.  If I didn’t hurry, then someone else would deliver it.  Donghae always liked to serve the cute ones himself.  But this time I would be the one to bring you your drink.  I swallowed my nerves and hoped that you wouldn’t notice the slight trembling of my hands.

This time I would do it; I would finally say something to you. 

The walk over to your table seemed impossibly long and it took all my concentration to keep the coffee inside your cup.  But I managed to arrive at your table and again you greeted me with a smile.  I hesitantly smiled back, so nervous I cou