Head cocked to one side, she looked at him. Really looked at him. His eyes were a deep sort of brown. Kind of like pools of hot chocolate, delicious and welcoming.
“Umm…hello?” he asked more than said, one eyebrow cocked up to emphasize that point.
“Hello!” she replied, smiling.
“Are you…are you going to order something?” He was downright nervous, now. It made the chocolate pools shimmer a bit. A spoon stirring the surface.
She did not break eye contact. “A mocha, please. Large.”
“Umm…ok…” His fingers tapped on the register. “Is that…all?”
She smiled again.