I nearly tripped someone as I crawled my way out.

“Oh, I’m really sorry,” I apologized, looking up. It was Mocha Guy.

“Meg, hey, what were you doing down there?” He asked, looking puzzled at me on all fours. I stood up, straightened my apron and tried to compose myself.

“I…uh…” I started.

“Were hiding from me,” he said sadly. The look on his face nearly broke my heart. I looked at him then, really for the first time. He had a sweet disposition, a funny, lopsided smile.

“I know I come on a little strong sometimes,” he continued, “I swear, I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“No, no, you didn’t. And I wasn’t hiding from you, I don’t really know what I was doing down there. Just being weird, I guess,” I said as I began to walk outside. He followed.

“Hey,” I said again, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Alex,” he replied quickly.

“Nice to meet you, officially I mean,” I said as we stood outside.

We stood in silence for a moment.

“Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” he asked.