He Does

Zach stared down at his phone. Then he looked at the cup. He stared at the string of numbers, committing it to memory by accident. He now had the hot coffee guy's phone number. Of course there was the chance it was fake. But Owen had seemed like a nice guy. Though Zach only knew him as the hot coffee guy. He didn't actually know the guy at all. Maybe he was only nice for tips. What was the chance a god like that would ever really look at him? Sure, he'd smiled at Zach. A lot. But again, maybe he was just overly nice.

Zach let out a groan as he sunk down on his bed. It would be great if the hot coffee guy was actually flirting with him. Really nice. He fingered the cup in his hand and ran his fingertips over the numbers scribbled in pen.

Zach mulled the decision over in his head for several long minutes, all the while biting his lip. Should he call? Right now? Just dial the number and hold his breath and hope his voice didn't crack and he didn't sound stupid?

Zach let out a sigh as he opened his contacts and hit add new. He typed in Owen's number and opened his text messages. Texting seemed better. Since he knew Owen was still working and was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to answer. And that way, there was no choice of his voice cracking and betraying him. No awkward silences if he said something stupid. Because he just knew he was going to say something stupid.

Cool Beans is a stupid name for a coffee shop. He typed the message quickly and hit the send button before he could chicken out. And then his eyes widened and he rolled his eyes. That was stupid. That was really stupid. He let out a sigh and shook his head. Texting alleviated the chance of saying something stupid. Why hadn't he considered he'd text something stupid? He should have thought about it for a moment longer. Should have planned it or something.

A few moments later and his phone buzzed. He took a deep breath and opened the message.

Haha. Yeah it is. You free in an hour?

Zach blinked at the phone. Was Owen agreeing with him? Was he just being nice? Was he secretly laughing at Zach for being the idiot that he was? Zach bit his type and typed a message back. Maybe. He held his breath and stared at his phone.

There's a taco joint down the street. Meet me?

Zach's mouth dropped open as he read the text. He couldn't believe it. Was the hot coffee guy asking him out? Seriously? Was it a date? There was a taco place down the street? Before he could answer, there was another text.

Break over. If it's a yes, meet me.

Yes. Zach typed quickly and sent, hoping he still saw it.

Awesome!

Zach smiled at the text. He really hoped this was a date. And that Owen was as nice as he seemed. He breathed out a sigh and rolled off his bed. Then put his phone in his pocket and began the hard task of picking out something to wear.