Why was I going, again? I thought to myself while standing in front of the little coffee shop. The night before I couldn't think about anything else but Nagisa's beautiful smile.

"UGH!" I pushed open the doors to see it was more crowded than before. Probably because it was earlier and less hot.

"WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?!" A man yelled from the back of the line.

"Sorry!" The sweet familiar voice called out.

There he was, fumbling over orders. Nagisa had whip cream smeared on his apron and has most likely dropped about 10 cups of coffee just that morning. Makoto was also there, although he was less flustered. He had more patience and a good vibe about him that kept him calm. And where was the other one? Haru?

"Do you mind moving?"

Quickly, I noticed that I had been blocking the entrance for a while now and I jumped out of the way. It was him.

He walked right past me sighing, not out of annoyance, but rather the fact that he didn't really say much nor express much feeling.

"Sorry," I got a glimpse of his name tag. "Haruka-san."

"You're late!" Nagisa cried out while handing two upset costumers their coffee.

"I was making mackerel," Haruka replied and slipped into the back room.

Finally, I took my place in line. About 15 minutes later I made it to the front. The long wait wasn't because of how crowded it was, it was because it seemed these guys' skill set was not making coffee for grumpy people.

The floor was covered with coffee and syrup of all flavors. Napkins were thrown about along with cookie crumbs and various other things. If I didn't know any better, I would say toddlers were working here.

"Rei-chan!" Nagisa smiled with his sweat covered face. "Sorry for the wait!"

"No, it's fine!" I laughed. How did he remember my name? He sees so many people everyday. Maybe it was just because I came here the day before. Why did I come again? I need to stop asking so many questions.

"What will it be?"

"Uh, the vanilla-"

"Same size?"

"Yes..." Is it strange that he remembered the order exactly? REI, STOP ASKING YOURSELF QUESTIONS!, I yelled in my head.

This time while I was enjoying my drink, I had the pleasure of watching the three of them mess up almost every order and create chaos in the work station. It was pathetic. They were doing so good before, but I guess with the added pressure it could get messy. Slowly, I drank observing the situation as if I was watching animals in the wild. I had to admit, it was a little entertaining.

Once all the costumers were gone Makoto let out one of the biggest sighs I have ever heard and Haruka was panting from all the stress he had just put on him. Nagisa, however, was still making one last drink.

"I'm taking my break now!" He smiled and walked over to my table and set down his own frappuccino. "That was hard," Nagisa plopped in the chair and immediately starting slurping it down. "You've been here for over an hour."

"I have?" I barely even noticed the time.

"Yeah," He smacked his lips and put down the half empty cup. "All you have been doing was watching us work. I thought you would have left or at least done something. Do you have something to do?" His tone of voice was still cheery even though he was exhausted.

"I do!"

"What?"

"I needed..." An excuse. That's what you needed. "Some fresh air and I happened to walk by!" I wouldn't be surprised if my embarrassment could be seen.

"Oh!" Nagisa giggled. "I thought you were just being a stalker!" He started sipping again.

"Don't be silly!" I fake laughed. Maybe this was a stalker like thing to do.

The rest of the conversation revolved around Nagisa explaining how that would be weird, but it would be like a coffee shop meeting in a manga or something. Not that he would ever want it to play out that way, but it just reminded him of it. I still enjoyed the talk, though.

I left twenty minutes later and already starting thinking of different things I could have done. Every single one of them contained at least one idea that pointed to Nagisa eating lunch with me. 1. " I was thinking about going this great place that serves amazing squid, do you want to come?" 2. "Actually, I needed to do a little more shopping, but I don't want to do it alone. Yesterday I had one of my friends meet me there (lies) and it's no fun to shop alone. Do you want to come with me? We could get something to eat?" 3. "When's your lunch break? Do you mind if I join you?" Last but not least: "Do you have work again tomorrow? It would be nice to have lunch or hang out sometime."

But, I didn't find myself saying any of those things. All I did was sit there listening to him ramble on and then sheepishly say goodbye. Although, I did hear him mention something about having work again in that big tangle of words. So, chances were that if I went the next day, I was doomed to have another conversation with him.

There I was, again, at the coffee shop. I decided to go later to have a better chance of talking with him. I don't know why, but I just needed to talk to him. Not really knowing someone and coming everyday to their job was a little creepy, but I took my chances. Of course, he greeted me with the same great smile.