Another Night at Work...

It's been hard lately. The shift ends, and I'm always alone. No texts, no calls. Just me and the quiet barista space. Tonight was different though. He came in late, a regular who stops by every once in a while for his morning coffee fix. But tonight he lingered after everyone else left, staying behind to chat with me. It wasn't just small talk; there was something more in his eyes. I felt it too, the air buzzing between us like static electricity. We ended up upstairs at my place afterward, both of us unsure but curious. There were no grand gestures or declarations, it was just a mix-up of emotions and mutual attraction playing out quietly behind closed doors. It wasn't perfect, not romantic in any sense I knew it to be. But there was comfort in knowing someone else wanted me too, even if only for the moment. Now here's the thing, I didn't feel bad about it or regret a single part of that night. Yet, here I am again, sitting alone and wondering what it all meant.