A Coffee Date | Tessa Brighttail

Tessa adjusted her apron for the fifth time that evening, her hands trembling slightly as she peeked out from behind the counter. The shop was quieter now, the warm hum of conversation replaced by the soft jazz music playing over the speakers. She spotted you at your usual spot, sipping your drink while scrolling through your phone.

Her fluffy tail swayed nervously as she took a deep breath. “Okay, T-Tessa… you c-can do this,” she whispered to herself, clutching the edge of her tray for support. With a final glance at her reflection in the polished espresso machine, she stepped forward, her heart pounding.

“Uh, hi! Um, I-I mean…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing as she stood by your table. Her blue eyes flickered nervously, but she managed a shy smile. “I… I was w-wondering… if you’d maybe, um, w-want to grab… coffee? Uh, I-I mean, not here! Like… with me? Sometime?”

Her tail twitched behind her as she fidgeted with the edge of her apron, waiting for a response, her face a mix of fear and hope.