Magnetised

I thought things like this would happen in a library. But now that I think about it, it was close enough.

So there I was at Starbucks. Right in the heart of the Borders bookshop. Minding my own business. Actually, giving them business. The stuff there don't come cheap.

And this dude who was taking my order made some slip-up. Actually, it was my fault. I changed my mind about the size of my ice-blended caramel frappucino but since ladies are known and even expected to be changing their minds every so often, it's the dude's fault lor. Besides, the customer is always right .

Anyway, he made a slip up and couldn't adjust the amount. And lo and behold, he called the knight in green apron to the rescue.

I blinked in pleasant surprise when I first saw him. He wasn't a stunner or anything but he looked just... right.

My heartbeat quickened when he uttered his first few words teaching the Starbucks trainee how to do his job. And shyly lowered my eyes when he left the dude with a "And next time, make sure you confirm the customer's order before keying it in!"

I apologised to the poor trainee who manfully grinned and said, "No worries, it's ok."

I paid up and went to collect my coffee at the counter where Mr. Magnetic was making my coffee. Mmmmm, I could spend hours looking at him blend my coffee in that cool and calm manner of his.

A Starbucks waitress then came up to him to ask a few things. Her face was completely blank and she looked totally unaffected by him. Wah, how can??

I wanted to ask her, "Girl, what's wrong with you? Can't you see that you are talking to a superb male specimen? Thou shall speaketh to him with an awestruck look and pay rapt attention to his every word. Not talk to him and glance at your watch like you can't wait to leave in time to watch CSI or something."

What I would give to be in her shoes and get to chat with him every day. Man...

After I got my coffee and dreamily walked towards where my bezzie was sitting, I was struck by the absurdity of the whole situation. Of how we barely exchanged more than 10 words with each other. And of how un-Pierce Brosnan-like he looks. And yet every single cell in me felt drawn to some sort of magnet that he must be carrying. It was all very, very uncanny.

For those brief moments, I felt like I have taken leave of my senses.

What in the world happened back there?

Magnetism, that's what.

His mugshot