REMINDER: NO. I don't like him. Nope.

So there's this Starbucks guy...

I HATED HIM. 

Like seriously, I hated him.

When the first time my sister and I met him, we hated him. His face showed that he didn't want to do his job. He looked sleepy and pretty deaf too (as my sister said)

Since that first time we met him, every time we went to Starbucks was always his face that showed up. 

I just went yesterday and he was there too....

I'm the type of person that can tolerate with everybody so I don't mind he always there 

(it's his job duh)

But in Raya Haji week,

I went to Starbucks casually for my Mocha Frappucinno (my love) with my siblings.

So that Starbucks guy was there and I just ordered my coffee at him. 

While I waited at the waiting area, I talked to my sister and then I realised he also the one who made my coffee (which was pretty weird cause he took care of the cashier)

I just waited there, talking about books I wanted to my sister and he called my name "Amni!" So like I just made sure that my coffee on the table where they put coffees for the customer to take and he was like no he didn't put my coffee on the table. 

He personally gave to me.

I reach for my coffee and he teased me he didn't gave my coffee instead he said, "Selamat Hari Raya" and then gave my coffee.

I was fucking stunned okay. I felt like my cheeks flushed. When he said that, I giggled out of surprise and ran to my siblings. 

THEN, last week I went to Starbucks again with my mom and he was there too. (God, why?)

Not knowing anything, my mom went up to him and ordered her coffee (God, why?) and I just stood there, beside my mom and laughing awkwardly of her jokes. 

Ignore the Starbucks guy in front of us. 

After ordered, I went to the waiting area to grab my mom's coffee and then that Starbucks guys changed his work to cashier to coffee maker. He was so closed to me I wanted to hid myself.

He was busily do whatever the thing he good at and then my mom's coffee was ready. The barista put the coffee on the table and I grabbed the cup so fast and ignored the Starbucks guy. 

I couldn't even looked at him. 

So yesterday, I didn't even went to the cashier. My sister did and I just hid myself cause HE WAS THERE TOO.

When my sister came and sat with me she was smiling sheepishly and said, "If I'm a bad person, I would go at him and said, 'My sister want your number'"

I literally said "Fuck you" at my sister. Seriously though, if she did that I'll never go to my local Starbucks again. 

I'm writing this because I think this is funny. Nope, I don't like the Starbucks guy. He's cute and all but he looked like the guy I used to like back in my Form 3 years so nope nope nope.

He also have a weird name. And he looked like the boy I used to have a crush on. 

Thanks to the Starbucks guy, now I have an idea to write my story next year lol.

- Mocha Frappuccino maniac