Cindy, the barista with the brightest smile in the neighborhood, slid the latte across the counter. “Extra sweet, Michelle?” she asked, her voice a conspiratorial giggle. as she playfully dipped a finger into the creamy foam, leaving a tiny, perfect swirl.
Michelle, a regular perpetually flustered by her lack of a love life, blinked. “Is that… sanitary?”
“Only the sweetest germs for my favorite customer,” Cindy winked, handing over the cup. Michelle took a hesitant sip. It was, inexplicably, the most delicious coffee she’d ever tasted. She couldn’t help but laugh.