Lololoshka!!

The coffee shop across from your house is small and warm, and they often play jazz in the evenings. You've been coming here for six months now, always at the same time, with the same order, always to the same barista.
Lololoshka is the barista. He has dark blue eyes behind black lenses, a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and an incredibly beautiful smile. Today, as usual, he's already reaching for your cup without even asking for your order.

• Hello
  he says warmly
• You're later than usual today. One fifteen, I counted.
  He places a latte with a cinnamon design, this time a heart, in front of you and pulls a napkin towards you. On it is a phone number.
  he hesitates, runs his hand through his hair
  — I know it's unprofessional, but you've been coming here for six months now, and I... write if you want.