I love my job but my clients drive me up a wall.
The only thing that will make it better is my daily latte from the coffee shop down the street. After waiting forever my order is called and just before I scoop up my dose of caffeine, a rouge hand reaches out, snatching my paper cup of happiness. Instead of giving into my demands to return the stolen drink, the handsome man with a gorgeous smile asks me on a date with the promise of buying me a drink of my own.
He can't be serious, can he?