As soon as Starbucks Barista Boy walked out, four people pounced upon me. "So, is he your boy?!"
"Um, actually I don't even know his last name." I was more than happy to relate my Starbucks whoring skills and they were quite impressed. One lady was even kind enough to let me know "he liked me" in case I hadn't figured it out yet.
You might be wondering why I didn't let them think he WAS my boy. But suffice to say, I would be able to get my way much less easily if they thought I was attached.
But I have to say, a personally delivered iced chai latte with two extra shots, by a rather good-looking fellow, is definately something to be appreciated.
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