Coffee. The coffee girl and I had a small conversation.
Things are moving fast
I'm a traditional kind of guy. Soon I will stand around for an inordinately long time waiting for her to drop her handkerchief.
Was the extent of her conversation "will that be one sugar or two?". I regard that as a very positive indication of her undying lust for you.
I'm easily swayed though.
That would have been enough...
First she announced my order without me having to say anything, then we shared a joke about skim milk and never asking women when the baby is due in case they're not actually pregnant. We both chuckled. Then somebody released a whole bunch of white doves and rose petals cascaded from the ceiling, falling soft upon us as we stared in to each other's eyes.
At least that's how I remember it.