The guy with the guitar was cute. He came every day at nine o'clock, on the dot, and ordered a Venti brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso with an extra shotーthe coffee order of absolute class, or maybe it just looked classy when it was gripped in his strong, pale hand. "Hey, Starbucks! Give me free coffee and I'll write a song for you!" "Starbucks?! You know my name is Athanasia! And I don't want a stupid song from you, so pay up." "How about you treat me to coffee and I'll treat you to dinner later?" "How about no?" "Dress yourself up. I'll pick you up at five, princess."