this morning #2159.

this morning, the guy behind the counter asked me what i’d like to order. i froze for a moment. wasn’t expecting that he’d have an accent like that. shimmering sexy in a period piece way. didn’t match his appearance at all. it threw me off enough that it wiped my order from my brain. i tried to recover by looking up at the menu behind him, acting like i was making a last-minute decision. he gave me a second & then followed up with “do you know what you’d prefer?” swoon. you bet your bloody knickers i do. i knew that i wanted him to whisper words like “proper” & “schedule” in my ear. with a wry smile, i looked back into his deep blue eyes & for the first time in my life, i ordered a scone.