As a Barista, I know it is your job to smile. It is your job to devote your full attention to their needs. No matter how minuscule they may be.
But I can’t stand it.
No matter how many times you reassure me that it’s okay. That it doesn’t mean anything. I can’t help but submit to this hint of jealousy.
But how can’t I?
You’re beautiful and kind. You are a wonderful listener. And that smile! No matter the situation, that smiles makes it seem easier to handle.
But as I look back at you and our eyes meet, I can’t help but feel my cheeks flush.
Because even though they may have your smile, I have your eyes.