Chapter 6
Accidental Confessions and Recognition
During a chaotic shift, Echa blurts out a hilarious, indirect confession. To her shock, Jake reveals he recognized her from the grocery store and has been interested too.
The espresso machine, that monstrous, chrome beast that had become both my nemesis and my closest confidante, chose that particular Tuesday to unleash its full fury. It wasn't just a regular Tuesday, mind you. It was the Tuesday. The Tuesday Jake Echa, my Jake Echa, had a standing reservation for his usual oat milk latte with an extra shot, precisely at 2 PM. And here I was, armed with a damp rag and a heart doing a frantic drum solo against my ribs.
"Echa, you're practically vibrating," Chloe’s voice, laced with her usual brand of affectionate mockery, cut through my internal panic. She was perched on a stool by the counter, nursing a lukewarm iced tea and looking far too composed for someone witnessing a potential train wreck. "Try to breathe. It's just coffee. Not, you know, a live grenade."
"Easy for you to say," I hissed back, my eyes darting to the clock. 1:58 PM. Two minutes. Two agonizingly short minutes until the man who occupied 98.7% of my waking thoughts walked through that door. "This isn't just 'just coffee,' Chloe. This is Jake Echa's coffee. And if I mess this up, if I accidentally pour oat milk on his designer jacket or, heaven forbid, serve it to him with a rogue hair, my life as I know it will cease to exist."
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