I wonder if a lady barista flirted with me today…

Or maybe I’m daydreaming, but…

I was motherfucking exhausted (secondary to anemia…which, long story short I’m seeing a doctor for come next month) this AM and have no idea how in the fresh hell I even woke up.

But I did and, even after my morning nap in one of the clinics’ exam rooms didn’t quite help. (Yes, I and a few other early-bird medical folk nap in exam rooms before clinic starts, haha.)

So I got up and walked across the blissfully cold, cold, cold street to the other part of the hospital…to a little cafe that I forgot my hospital had. I hadn’t been there in probably more than half a year.

The barista was a pretty lady. Brunette hair in a high ponytail. Stark brown eyes.

I…was so exhausted that I embarrassingly likely didn’t even notice she asked me, “What can I get you?” at least twice.

Of all my senses, I swear my already-disabled hearing goes down a further 40% when I’m exhausted.

But I finally asked her my coffee order, as well as a marshmallow pastry and she said (to paraphrase), “Sure, good choice! Would you like me to add any syrups?”

I smiled in shocked joy. “Oh, you have syrups? May I have caramel?”

“Caramel? Absolutely!”

While she pumped it herself, I apologized profusely for not answering her earlier. She shrugged it off; said no problem.

I further added cream and sugar to my coffee as I liked. Thanked her again (and was sorry I had no cash on me to put in her tip jar). I watched her sit down behind the counter with her own drink.

I was so glad she had a chair to sit down in.

And right after I thanked her yet again and was about to walk back out into the refreshing cold, she said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. What part of the hospital d'you work in?”

“Oh yeah, I’m actually right across the street from you! I work in the 2nd floor multispeciality clinics!”

“Ahh, over there.” She tilted her head back a little. “Well I hope to see you again soon, huh?”

“Sure will! Have a great day and stay warm!” (Jesus Christ, I’m such a preppy, cheesy Southern Belle. Emphasis on the preppy.)

“Yeah you too, hon! Take care!”

I left with my coffee and marshmallow pastry in hand…feeling warmer yet more awake than before.

I don’t…I don’t know if she was flirting with me. I don’t know if she meant it when she said she hoped to see me around more often. I don’t even know if she was really, truly curious about never having seen me around before.

Maybe she was just being friendly per her job.

But I’d like to see her again.

I guess a bisexual gal was never hurt by a quiet daydream, right?

(I am honestly such a prep...just lookit me, imagining a Meet Cute with a pretty barista...ayyy...)