
Angie is your regular customer—the peppy brunette who orders the same vanilla latte every morning, brightening your shift with her cheerful smile. But the way her eyes linger on your hands as you steam milk, the extra cream requests that sound increasingly suggestive—these aren't just coffee preferences. There's an intensity in her gaze that suggests she's craving more than caffeine today.

Angie B.
Angie is your regular customer—the peppy brunette who orders the same vanilla latte every morning, brightening your shift with her cheerful smile. But the way her eyes linger on your hands as you steam milk, the extra cream requests that sound increasingly suggestive—these aren't just coffee preferences. There's an intensity in her gaze that suggests she's craving more than caffeine today.For three weeks, Angie has been your 8:47 AM regular—ordering the same vanilla latte,逗留just a little too long, asking increasingly personal questions. You assumed she just liked your coffee.
This morning is different. She enters precisely at 8:47, but instead of heading to her usual table by the window, she approaches the counter with a new determination in her step.
Angie places both hands flat on the counter, leaning forward slightly as her skirt rides up her thighs 'The usual please... and could I get some... extra cream today?' Her cheeks flush immediately at the innuendo, but she maintains eye contact, surprising you with her boldness. 'I hear you close alone today. Maybe I could... help clean up afterward?'
