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to the counter. Of course, Starbucks Boy was the one who came to my aid.
    “The bathroom key?” I said. He reached over and gave me a key with a plank the size of a gym teacher’s clipboard attached.
    I felt silly, so I told him, “It’s not for me.”
    He smiled and said, “It would be okay if it was.”
    Now I felt truly foolish, and knew there was no transition in the universe that could take me to “Hey, I have a wallet for you!” So I took the plank-key and led Arabella to the bathroom.
    “Give me the key,” she said.
    I handed it over, and she locked herself in the bathroom. I decided to guard the door, just in case.
    Minutes passed. I finished my chai and threw out the cup. A line started to form for the restroom.
    “You okay in there?” I asked through the door.
    “It’s coming out!” Arabella called back.
    More minutes passed.
    “How’re you doing?”
    “Good.”
    The line grew longer.
    I didn’t hear any activity inside, and felt like a perv for listening.
    The people in the line were getting grumpy. One lady went and got Starbucks Boy.
    “How’s it going?” he asked.
    “Great,” I said. “I’m sure she’ll just be another second.”
    Up close, I could not only see his dimples, but also the light stubble on his chin. I so wanted to touch it.
    “Arabella?” I called into the bathroom.
    “Almost empty!” she shouted back.
    Then, even louder, “Oh! There’s another!”
    Starbucks Boy chuckled.
    “How old’s your sister?” he asked.
    “Oh, she’s not my sister.”
    “She’s not?”
    “No. I guess I’m…uh…babysitting.”
    “I’M HALF EMPTY NOW!” Arabella called out.
    Deadpan, as if he hadn’t heard it loud and clear, I told him, “She’s half empty now.”
    People were leaving the line, giving up. The lady who’d complained started to complain some more, saying there needed to be a time limit for restrooms, and minors should never, ever be let in on their own….
    Starbucks Boy turned on all the charm, and told her there was a bathroom in the Barnes & Noble two blocks away. She only huffed some more, said something about writing Bill Gates to complain, then stomped away.
    And it was at that moment—that glorious moment—that the saints went marching in. Because it was at that moment—that wonderful moment—that Starbucks Boy leaned over to me and said, “God, my last boyfriend was
just like that.
”
    The tell.
    “That must have been fun,” I said, my heart break-dancing.
    “A blast,” he said.
    Then he looked down at the door and asked, “Hey, where’s the key?”
    “Um…in there…with her.”
    Starbucks Boy seemed to be torn between amusement and concern. “You know, there isn’t another key,” he told me.
    “No,” I said, “I didn’t know that.” Then I knocked on the door and said Arabella’s name again.
    “Almost empty!” she called.
    Starbucks Boy and I hovered there awkwardly. I could sense he was about to say he needed to get back behind the counter, and I didn’t want that to happen. Somehow it made it easier to talk to him when I could see his shoes.
    “I’m Gabriel,” I said.
    He smiled. “I’m Justin.”
    Justin.
    “Three-quarters empty!” Arabella announced.
    “It’s nice to meet you,” I said.
    “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
    “I have to wipe now!”
    “Okay, Arabella!”
    “Is that really her name?”
    “Yup.”
    “I can hear you!”
    “Do you live around here?” Starbucks Boy—
Justin
—asked.
    “Yeah,” I said. Then I added, “For the summer.”
    “Cool.”
    Yes yes yes yes yes.
    Arabella had fallen silent.
    Please may this not be a part of the History…
    “So, Justin…”
    “So, Gabriel…?”
    I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
    “You wanna—I dunno—get coffee or something sometime?”
    Justin smiled. “Not coffee. But yes.”
    “Not Coffee it is, then.”
    “Yes, Not Coffee.”
    As Arabella emerged from the bathroom, hands freshly washed, Justin ran