Mae and I walked up to the counter of the cafe and I was thankful it was Jerome standing behind the cashier instead of some other guy that can eye my fiancée. I swear, I see guys everywhere doing that.

"So, what can I get you lovebirds?" Jerome asked. "French vanilla, right?"

"You're the one that likes French vanilla," I said.

"Right, right," Jerome said. "Hurry up now, tell me what you want. You're holding up the line."

"There's nobody behind us," I said.

"I don't care, just tell me what you want so help me I will...”

"Jerome," his boss suddenly said from behind him. "You cannot talk to...