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Summary: The barista gets checked by Erica and discovers that maybe their feelings for you are more than platonic.

This is a series. Part one, two, three. four and five

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[espresso machine hiss]

Owww.

It's fine. Just got the steam a bit.

I'm good, Erica, really.

What?

I'm fine. Just a bit distracted, I guess. Can't seem to get my mind to focus.

No. Not because of them.

Would you just spit it out, Erica?

You have lost your mind. I don't like them. I mean, I do. But not like like them. In that way. You know, romantically.

[sighs] Jesus . . .

You do know you're still my employee, right? I'm pretty sure I have the authority to fire you if you step out of line.

Maybe I am bluffing. But, Erica, please, drop it.

I'm asking you to drop it because I can't let myself think that way. Maybe they're interested. But what if they're not? Then, it's awkward and they stop coming to the cafe and then, boom, it's over.

No, I don't care. I'd rather suffer in silence than risk it.

Oh, well, please do enlighten me, Miss psychology grad student.

. . . well, damn. That school must be worth the crippling tuition you pay each semester.

I hear you. I get your point. It's just . . . my whole life, I've made risky choices. Some paid off, some didn't. I mean, I don't talk to my family anymore because I chose this cafe over the career they wanted. I don't regret that choice. It's just . . . a lot to lose. I'm tired of losing, Erica.

Sure, they could say yes and we could date and it could be amazing. But they could also say no and I lose them forever.

[laughing] Really? So, what? I'm Luke from Gilmore Girls? Pining away behind the counter and serving them way too much coffee?

You watch too much tv.

. . . maybe. But what's wrong with that? I mean, some people are perfectly content to just wait. Wait for the right moment. Wait for a sign from the universe.

No. Don't say anything.

I mean it, Erica, not one word. I don't want them to know.

Good. Now, don't you have a roast to prepare?

I don't just pay you to lecture me. Come on, back to work. Leave me to my pining.

. . . thanks, Erica.

All right, c'mon, focus. Back to work.