Taylor the Latte Boy- Kristin Chenoweth
Bubbles smiles as she sits at the counter in her normal place, notebook in hand as she smiles at the latte boy.
Every day she comes in at the same time, and every day the same boy took her latte order. Yet she had never asked his name, or given him hers. Today, though, she decided would be the day she did both.
"How are you?" The boys says, smiling at her as he pulls out his pen to write down her order.
"Fine." Bubbles smiles back. "And My name's Bubbles."
The boy chuckles. "I was wondering if we were ever going to learn each others names, you come in here every day. My name's Boomer." Hi flips his head just slightly, making his golden hair flip out too. "A double latte?" He asks, what she usually orders.
She nods, smiling at the fact that he knew her latte order.
She watches as he makes the latte, her eyes widening as he pulls the lever to make a triple latte, before walking back to her.
She looks up to the price chart, a triple was only Three dollars and fifty-five cents, only fifty more cents than a double.
He hands her the latte, and she slips the money over the counter, which he slips back towards her.
Her eyes widen. "T-that's the money for the latte." She tilts her head, confused as to why he wouldn't take her money.
He looks at the money, smirking. "You saw me make it triple?" He asks, looking up to the price chart.
She nods. "Yea, I did." She looks down, blushing.
"It's on me." He smiles, handing her the money. "On one condition."
Bubbles looks at him. "Condition?" She asks, to which he nods.
"I play guitar, and I'm in a band, we're playing down in the village tonight, in the basement of Brent's bar." He flashes her another smile. "Would you come?"
Bubbles almost falls out of her seat from shock, but she quickly composes herself. "Y-yea." She smiles. "What time are you playing?"
"Eight." He answers. "I gotta go take some more orders, but I'll see you tonight, right?"
She nods. "Yea, see you tonight."
He walks away, and she smiles to herself, looking down to her notebook, she opens it up to the next clean page, she scribbles inside it, unable to lose her smile.
Boomer, the latte boy,
Brings me Java brings me joy,
Boomer, the latte boy,
I love him I love him I love him.