What's Your Spring Fling?

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Your spring fling smells like a mochaccino.
So what if the world is bursting into bloom around you? You're focused on more important things, like where you can get a caffeinated beverage ASAP. You're waiting in line at your favorite coffee establishment, when there's a sudden crash.

You jump, and the cute barista behind the counter (the one you've been admiring from a distance for months) smiles and says, "Don't be scared. It's just thunder."

As the cutie makes your usual drink, it starts to pour outside. You don't have an umbrella, and you're not in the mood to get wet, so you sit by the front window and watch the giant drops pelt the parking lot. A few minutes later, someone sits next to you -- the cute barista! "Mind if I join you? I'm on break, and I love people-watching in the rain." You spend the next fifteen minutes laughing as people outside leap dramatically across puddles, hold anything they can find (even a carton of milk!) over their head as an umbrella, and struggle to find their car keys as fast as possible. As you share your first real conversation with your coffee crush, you couldn't be more thankful for the storm.

The coffee cutie says, "You always seem like you're in a rush when you come in here... I'm glad we got to hang out today. I don't suppose you'd want to do this again some dark and stormy night?" You write your email on a napkin, and say, "Keep this dry." And suddenly, overwhelmed by the mutual attraction, you lean over and kiss the coffee cutie's lips. Lightning flashes outside and the thunder sounds closer than ever, but nothing compares to the electricity between your lips. This kiss is more intense than the storm, more luscious than melting chocolate, and your tongue just can't get enough. So what if break time's over? Your lips aren't ready to let go.

Анна Соуске написа:: Your spring fling smells like a mochaccino.
So what if the world is bursting into bloom around you? You're focused on more important things, like where you can get a caffeinated beverage ASAP. You're waiting in line at your favorite coffee establishment, when there's a sudden crash.

You jump, and the cute barista behind the counter (the one you've been admiring from a distance for months) smiles and says, "Don't be scared. It's just thunder."

As the cutie makes your usual drink, it starts to pour outside. You don't have an umbrella, and you're not in the mood to get wet, so you sit by the front window and watch the giant drops pelt the parking lot. A few minutes later, someone sits next to you -- the cute barista! "Mind if I join you? I'm on break, and I love people-watching in the rain." You spend the next fifteen minutes laughing as people outside leap dramatically across puddles, hold anything they can find (even a carton of milk!) over their head as an umbrella, and struggle to find their car keys as fast as possible. As you share your first real conversation with your coffee crush, you couldn't be more thankful for the storm.

The coffee cutie says, "You always seem like you're in a rush when you come in here... I'm glad we got to hang out today. I don't suppose you'd want to do this again some dark and stormy night?" You write your email on a napkin, and say, "Keep this dry." And suddenly, overwhelmed by the mutual attraction, you lean over and kiss the coffee cutie's lips. Lightning flashes outside and the thunder sounds closer than ever, but nothing compares to the electricity between your lips. This kiss is more intense than the storm, more luscious than melting chocolate, and your tongue just can't get enough. So what if break time's over? Your lips aren't ready to let go.