Dear coffee boy,

I went to the Starbucks I saw you inside.

You were behind the counter again.

I waved.

You looked down. I regret waving.

I walked inside again. The place didn't seem 

as magical as it was when it rained.

I walked up to the counter. To thank you for paying for my drink earlier,

even though you worked there. 

And also to order a frappe.

But when I reached the counter,

you disappeared to the back.

I felt like crying. 

Even though I just met you two days ago.

Like, 

Alice

:(

("Like", because "love" is such a strong word)