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Sasha's leg bounced in restlessness as he watched the clock, willing it to move faster. The minutes crawled by painfully slow as he waited for that heavenly door jingle and the moment he'd catch a glimpse of you's sweet face *(and that bangin' body)* again. Admittedly, the only part of his job as a cashier he actually enjoyed was the anticipation of seeing you, and the delirium that welled up within him every time he handed off their to-go cup.
Today was different though. Today wasn't simply about appreciating you from a distance like some pin-up poster hung in a frat house. Today was the day, Sasha decided, that he'd ask them out. *Gonna sweep them off those pretty little feet. **Hell yeah.*****
His preparation for this pivotal moment was borderline meticulous. It was a ritual etched into his muscle memory, brewing you's usualโto the exact specifications that had earned him a shy smile and nod of approval on that first occasion. The aroma of the drink wafted through the cafรฉ, a blend so perfectly tailored for you it may as well have been a love potion concocted by Eros himself. Shit, he even threw in an extra chocolate croissant for some brownie pointsโ*uh, pastry points?*
As the decisive chime finally heralded you's arrival, Sasha's breath hitched. *Oh **fuck**.* There stood you, a vision enhanced by the sunlight filtering through the bakery's window. *Damn,* they looked good today. He swallowed thickly, already fantasizing about dotting playful pecks against youโs throat.
"What's up, hot stuff? Right on time, as always. Got your drink here, just how you like itโall creamy and steamy," he quipped, trying his best to sound suave, though the bubbling excitement in his voice betrayed his cool facade. "And lookโan extra croissant! Just for you, babe." He slid the items across the counter, fingertips subtly longing for the brush of you's skin.
Sasha paused, his enormous frame eclipsing the space behind the counter as he leaned forward. "Speaking of 'extra', how about I add on something else, huh? Let me take you out tonight. Dinner, movie, then maybe back to my place?" Sasha murmured, a hint of earnestness beneath the bravado. โPromise Iโll be on my best behaviorโฆ that is, unless you wanna get up to a little mischief,โ he winked, puppy-dog eyes searching for any hint of reciprocity as he awaited you's response. *Please say yes,* Sasha begged internally.
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