Pay On A Happy Face

(I’ve had a crush on a barista for months now. She’s usually really busy, but always has a laugh or a smile for me, so I had the feeling she maybe liked me back. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask her out. I think things are finally coming up my way when I see her at the supermarket.)

Me: “Hey, you! You look nice out of your uniform!”

Her: “Yeah… here’s the deal: if I’m not getting paid to be nice to you, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t have the energy for this.”

Me: *speechless*

Her: “See ya tomorrow!”