So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said, "How are you?"

I said, "Fine, and my name's Sakura"

And he softly answered, "Hey."

And I said, "My name is Sakura, and thank you for the extra foam…"

And he said his name was Sasuke,

Which provides the inspiration for this poem:

"He's pretty hot." Ino commented, as they took their seats in squishy armchairs in a corner booth.

Sakura groaned. "Why are you with me again?"

Ino just looked at her and wiggled her eyebrows, "Because I'm curious about this new guy you got here. Because, Forehead, whenever you tell me you like someone, it always turns out to be one heck of a funny story. Remember Sai? He—"

"Ino! I'd rather not. Besides, he was four years ago, when I was still—"

"Wide-eyed and innocent-faced."

"Well, yes, but don't put in that way. Okay?"

"Whatever," Ino leaned forward in her seat. "So, do you know each other yet?"

"I saw his nametag, and he writes my name in a cup practically every day now. Does that count?"

Ino was shaking her head, "No! Sakura, you have to introduce yourself to him, so that he knows you're not just some other customer that he needn't bother to remember the name of!"

Sakura was fiddling with her fingers, "But what if I don't want to know him know him? What if I'm just content to sit by the sidelines and watch—"

"This is exactly why you need me, Forehead. Your love life would be as bland as my mother's cakes without me!"

Sakura couldn't help but agree. Mrs. Yamanaka's cakes were famous for being tasteless that even the food-guzzling Naruto wouldn't go near them. And it was true, that without Ino and her daredevil ways, Sakura would be as homely as the country mouse in that bedtime story.

"Fine."

"Alright!"

"Ino-pig, put your fist down and lower your voice."

"You're such a party pooper, Sakura. Anyway, here's what you do. When he takes your order, you introduce yourself to him—don't forget the bat-your-eyelashes-perfectly lessons, Sakura—and, and…" Ino's eyes lit up, "tell him thank you for the extra foam!"

"Why?" Sakura looked exasperated.

"So that he'll add extra foam for free! It's called reverse psychology whatsamajiggy, you should know that with that big forehead of yours, and he'll tell you what his name is, as courtesy, because you told him yours!"

"I don't think reverse psychology would work though, Pig." Sakura replied dryly, folding her hands across her chest and leaning back on the chair. "And what if I don't do it? I told you I'm content to watch."

"If you don't do it, I'll tell everyone about the time when you and I sneaked into a bar a month before high school gradua—"

"Fine, fine! Pig, you aren't going to tell anybody that, nor any other secret, okay? I cannot believe I am doing this." Sakura stood up. She glared at Ino for measure before striding towards the counter where cutefrustrateted! guy—ahem, Sasuke—was lounging around. Her so-called best friend, she noticed, was grinning with ill-suppressed glee.

She wouldn't drag her feet, Sakura resolved, and instead, sauntered towards the cashiers. She noted absent-mindedly that it was eight eleven again.

Sasuke grunted at her, and Sakura resisted the tempting urge to roll her eyes.

"Venti double latte, Sakura."

He nodded and wrote down her name in a cup, "No shot of espresso, right?"

"Nope."

This was it. Sakura took a deep breath and said, "Uh, hi, my name's Sakura."

He stopped writing on the cup to look at her with an eyebrow raised, "Yes, I know you're Sakura." He was pointing to the name he wrote in her cup.

"Uh, well, yeah. Um—thanks for the extra foam." Sakura couldn't help but want to bang her head on the cash register. Once the words were out of her mouth she instantly knew they were stupid! So much for listening to Ino the peabrain! She wanted to wonder where her neurons had gone.

"You want extra foam? You'd be paying extra."

"Uh, sure." She put out a few extra coins on the counter then cringed slightly. He was looking at her as if she was a lunatic.

Great, now I'm branded as a stressed lunatic.

He carried her cup over to the coffee machines and once again she wondered why he didn't just pass the cup to the two other guys. She watched him make the coffee and bring it to her.

"Here you go, your usual with the extra foam."

"Thanks," she said, taking the cup. She was starting to turn around when she noticed he was still looking at her.

"Yes?"

"I'm Sasuke." He said in a quiet voice, and then turned to walk to the employee's door behind the counter.

Sakura froze for a minute, and then turned to slowly walk back to Ino.

"Well?" Her friend's earnest face greeted her.

"He told me his name."

This was a considerable development.