The Last Order

I handed him his latte this morning. He was always the same, in at 8 AM every weekday like clockwork. Never a word spoken between us, just that awkward nod and smile when our eyes would meet over the counter. It was strange; I liked him but didn't know why. Then he never came back after Monday. The whole week went by, and no one else ordered what he used to get. Today was the first day back at work, and it felt weird without him here. My boss thinks I’m just a slacker because I can’t focus, but I miss that guy who made my mornings feel normal.