It All Started with the Wifi Password

~PART ONE~

"I'll have a S'mores Frappuccino Blended Coffee, please." 

Callie Day's life had become a continuous routine. Every morning she would wake up to attend morning classes at the local college before heading to work at the Starbucks downtown. Although she had been offered higher paying jobs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee always seemed to help her relax after a stressful day. 

"Hello, excuse me?" 

Callie was quickly pulled from a daze she had been in after a long day of classes. She immediately told the customer their order would be right up, and after a quick swipe of a credit card and a signature on the pin pad, their transaction was complete. She then proceeded to heat up a pot of chilled coffee she had forgotten about before attending to the client's order.

Callie had been caught day dreaming on this particular day on something she knew would never happen. She had found it silly that she had been so easily distracted by these thoughts, knowing that it was pure nonsense. She had been thinking about one of the customers that came in everyday at about noon to get his usual - a tall, dark black coffee with a bit of cream.

It wasn't the first time she had fantasized about him either, with his good looks and all. But he was way out of her league. Besides, it wasn't like they ever got to talk. The only time she ever really saw him was when he arrived at the shop at noon, dressed in his business attire. Sometimes he brought coworkers along with him, sometimes not. 

Each time, though, the same thing happened. He gave her a devilishly handsome grin and asked for a dark black coffee with cream, the one that she already had waiting behind the counter in anticipation for his arrival. He then gave his name, swiped his credit card, and signed. Callie then, so not to seem like a stalker, busied herself with brewing a new pot of coffee and adding a small amount of hot water to the pre-made cup, to ensure it maintained it's heat. She then handed it to him, he thanked her, and then he was gone. Never to return until the next day.

Once she had finished the current customer's order, she handed them their cup and with a genuine smile told them to have a good day. Callie took one look at her watch to check the time, finding that the man would be arriving in roughly 15 minutes. She busied herself with carefully writing his name on an empty cup, so that it didn't appear as her usual messy scrawl of letters. Mason, that was his name. She had considered more than once looking him up on Instagram or Facebook to find out more about him, but of course she never heard his last name. Only his first. 

But when he came in through the front doors that day at noon sharp, something was different.