A/N: Shortest. Oneshot. Ever. I love Andy and I don't even know why, but I always thought there was more to his story than what he told Michael in "A Benihana Christmas," so here's a possibility. Enjoy!

I walk into Starbucks looking like my usual cool self. I feel like I pretty much own this place after coming here for a little over a year. I always see the same people in here: edgy college girl who's always studying, emo guy sulking in the corner and writing in a notebook, and businesswomen obsessing over their weight while drinking 1,200 calorie, frozen, caffeinated beverages.

And then I catch sight of her: my latte gal. She's behind the counter cleaning out mugs and then she wipes a few beads of sweat from her brow. Her long, chocolate-brown hair is tied carelessly into a ponytail and she's wearing an apron that perfectly accentuates her perky chest and svelte waist. She's got earrings on that dangle and sparkle as she moves, which makes her work uniform look like an evening gown, and her eyes have an extra hint of shimmer in them. She looks smokin' hot.

She's been serving me lattes for a year, and every time she adds a little more milk than the recommended eight ounces to my order. I like to think she does that on purpose, just because she likes my face or my ensemble and secretly wants to ask me out. Most of the time I come in while it's especially busy, so it's not really the right place for her to make small talk, so I'm understanding to her if she hasn't found a good opportunity to make a move yet.

I have this fantasy that I come in, compliment her on her bod or her smile, and then she finds me so charming that she asks me out… for coffee! She works at Starbucks, so I bet she can't get enough of the stuff. Then we get married and she makes me lattes every morning and brings them to me in bed. Maybe she gives me a foot massage as I drink my steaming hot latte… That would be the life.

Then I notice that the place is uncharacteristically empty, which is a definite sign that it's time to make my fantasies come true. I stroll past the businesswomen drinking their frozen drinks and I lean against the counter. She's still cleaning mugs and so I coolly wait for her to turn around, and when she does I give her a suggestive smile.

"Hey there. You look hotter than usual today."

Then she gives me a confused look and says something that takes me by surprise. "I'm sorry, do I even know you?" How does she not know me? I am such a snappy dresser, and I give her my best smiles, and she always adds the extra milk for me. Is she serious?

I decide she has to be joking, "Oh, I think you know me. I always order the tall latte and you always give me a little extra milk so it's foamier… You know." I smile confidently at her, but she's still baffled. "Oh, come on! How do you not know who I am?"

She shrugs, "I dunno… Is that what you want?.. A tall latte?"

I suddenly feel my fantasies being thrown by the wayside and I can feel my anger growing. Out of nowhere, I hear myself shout, "No! I do not want a tall latte! Talk about freaking customer service! I've been coming here for a year, and you don't even remember me?! God!" I knock over the tub of knickknacks on the counter and storm out, extremely distraught with my latte girl. Well, she's not my latte girl anymore! Needless to say, I won't be frequenting that Starbucks for a while.

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