Sawyer comes to my coffee shop every day to grab his lunch. I’ve heard he’s the new guy who is in charge of all those mountain rescuers. Big job for a big man.
I’ve caught him looking at me from his favorite booth in the corner. He’s caught me staring too.
We both want something and unless I get the courage to put myself out there, I don’t stand a chance of getting the man of my dreams.
Unless one of us finally caves in, we’re never going to get past simply looking at each other.
I don’t want Sawyer to be just some customer. I want him to be mine.