A Bright Smile
Then, just a minute later, their coffees were brought out to them by the same barista. “Here you go,” she said, her eyes locked onto Luke’s. Her smile was bright, revealing a set of pearly whites, and her movements were slow and deliberate as she bent down to leave the cup in front of him.
Tara noticed the subtle, almost flirtatious way the barista lingered, her hand brushing Luke’s ever so slightly. It was as if there was a silent exchange happening between them.