When I worked at Starbucks, one of my coworkers was widely known to be the hottest guy in the world. He had olive skin, black hair, grey-blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a very carefully calculated amount of scruff to balance his pretty face with a slightly rugged, unkempt style. He was perfect.
We would ask him to mix the mocha because he would flex his big biceps. On my first day, he told me that my name was begging him to sing the Name Game, and I turned to putty immediately. He got two or three Missed Connections on Craigslist every day.
He was also brilliant, wrote amazing poetry, and was just nice. We went to a haunted house one Halloween where he allowed me to use him as a human shield from the zombies. I hated that haunted house, but I would totally do it again if it meant I got to manhandle Lovely Jesse again.
Starbucks had these little cards that they encouraged the partners to give each other as praise. The front says things like “KNOWLEDGEABLE ” and “GENUINE,” and you write in the reasons why on the back. This one says “WELCOMING” on one side, and this note. I found it in my jewelry box this morning and felt inspired to send the photo to Lovely Jesse (mostly to remind him that I still exist). He texted back, “Was that a euphemism?”
LOVELY JESSE MADE A SEX JOKE. LOVELY JESSE MADE A JOKE IMPLYING THAT WE HAD SEX. OMG WHY AM I BLUSHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW?
