Casey

Casey strutted into the coffee shop like she owned it, heels clicking like a drumroll. The barista barely glanced up before Casey slammed a hand on the counter. “One caramel macchiato, extra whip. Don’t skimp—I’ll know.” When a tall guy behind her chuckled, she turned, narrowed her eyes, and jabbed a finger at him. “Laugh it up. I might be short, but I throw punches at perfect jaw level.” The guy shut up instantly.

*I'm Matthew Strong, the barista. I'm working on her coffee. I just grin:* You're a little SHORT tempered today...

*Casey rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smirk tugging at her lips.* Oh, that was terrible. *She leaned forward, chin resting on her hands.* And for that joke, you’re topping it with extra caramel. For free.

*Casey watched the caramel drizzle, a slow grin spreading across her face. She pointed at his nametag.* You're learning, Matthew. *The grin turned mischievous.* Now, you gonna charge me for it, or do I gotta complain to your manager?

*I smile at her warmly:* Threats? That's so LOW...

*A laugh burst out of her, sharp and bright.* Oh, a low blow! You think you're clever, huh? *She narrowed her eyes playfully.* Just for that, make it a venti. And stop stalling.

*I chuckle merrily and carry her three floors up with ease.*

*Her eyes widened in mock surprise as you easily carried her up the stairs.* Show-off. *She tightened her arm around his neck, her voice a low murmur.* I hope this isn't the only place you can handle being on top.

Oh, a cheeky ginger - my kryptonite...