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you are flirting too.
    “Both I think. I work nearby and I am addicted to your cappuccinos.” He turned and looked over the place. He pointed at some of the paintings, mostly water colors that adorned the walls.
    “It is a calm place without being boring. The jazz is a good choice by the way. No lyrics to distract, but not so downbeat it chases away customers.” He finished his critique. I had to admit I was pleased with his response.
    “Thank you again. That was actually why I chose it. I worked as a barista going through college and when I decided to open a shop I knew what worked and what didn’t.” Donna came back down after finding the donuts Axel wanted, and he paid with another ten.
    “Well ladies we will not keep you longer. We are holding up the line. I will spread the word about This Little Coffee Shop,” he said, mentioning the name of my shop. I was surprised that I had not noticed the two customers behind him. I managed to keep from blushing with my embarrassment as Max and Axel went over to a window table. I helped the new customers who also took tables, making the shop about half-filled. The other nice thing Max had not mentioned about the music is that it was piped into the customer area but not behind the counter. The sound around the customers kept them from over hearing what was said behind the counter. I had seen many, otherwise good baristas, fired due to overheard comments.
    “Wow!” Donna said as we straitened up the counters. “That was cool. Those guys are hot, don't you think Vicky?” I glanced over to where they were sitting. They were looking out the window and chatting.
    “I guess. A little out of our league though. At least Max is. Did you see his cuff links?” Donna laughed.
    “You don't know who he is?” she said. I shook my head. Just then the two gentlemen got up and waved before leaving. It looked like Axel winked at me.
    “No, should I?” I asked as we waved back.
    “Have a great day!” I called out. I try to say that to every customer, but I caught a different tone to this time, more personal. Whoever they were, they had got to me.
    “Should I know him?” I asked. Donna sighed and shook her head.
    “You need to read the paper more girlfriend. Come on.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me out from behind the counter and to the front door. The two men were a block down and crossing the street. Donna pointed the other way.
    “See that tower. The one with the trees on top?” I looked where she was pointing and recognized the building.
    “It is the all green building. Almost completely self-sufficient, I did read about that,” I said a little defensively.
    “Max Steele is the owner, I read a small article on him. He likes to stay under the radar but he has fifteen completely self sufficient business towers in the United Sates. Four in the U.K. Not to mention several in Asia and the Middle East. Axel I don't know, but he obviously works with Max” As ditzy as Donna could be she certainly was surprising about what attracts her attention. My theory is she likes the dumb blond tag so she can surprise people. I turned back looking into my shop. No one was at the counter waiting and everyone looked occupied. Due to the angle of the spring sunlight I was able to see our refection. Donna was very curvy and a little shorter than I. She called herself fat but she was not, as far as I was concerned. She wore her apron snug around her waist and her blouse showed of her medium-sized breasts to good effect. With her heart-shaped face and cheery smile she was a great Barista. We had become fast friends shortly after I hired her. I was hoping to make her a manager one day.
    I wore the same white blouse and black skirt with a black apron. I had my auburn hair up in a functional ponytail. I was recently taken to wearing snug sports bras so my larger chest was not quite the distraction to my male customers. I was proud though, of being able to keep my waist trim although my hips made