Mr Garcia

He was gorgeous, older and guarded.
I knew he was trouble from the moment we locked eyes.
We met at work, on my first day as a barista.
He smiled, I melted …. then he tasted my coffee and threw it away.
Again, the next day, and the next.
He hated the coffee, yet still came back.
I knew his game.
He called my coffee death in a cup.
I called him god's gift to women.
I wasn't lying.
Then we ran into each other outside of the coffee house, and that's when things got interesting.
No longer suave and s