a small bite from "barista price" ~

What was that? You thought to yourself and took a sip from your cup.

De. Li. Ci. Ous! Never had you tasted such a nice latte before. You knew right away that you had to come here more often. 

You began sipping more and more of the coffee.

"So, how is it?" You jumped up in shock, the cup still in your hand and you didn't even have to guess what happened next. 

"My precious latte.." You pouted and almost cried, pointed to the stain on your sweater arm.

"Oh my god, i'm soo sorry!" The barista said, but his voice was rather cheerful than actually being sorry.  

"W- why did- what did you- my latte!" You stuttered in sadness.

"You're worrying about your coffee while your sweater is dripping wet and burned? So i guess you liked it a lot." He laughed and tried to dab your sweater dry. 

His smile was so charming. He looked even cuter when his small teeth were showed as he smiled. You almost wanted to keep that smile to yourself. No. What were you thinking? He was just a stranger who just made you spill coffee over yourself.

"But," He continued.