Once a week after my French classes I would walk to the little French bistro down the street, and I quickly formed a routine of sitting at the same table, ordering the same food, and chatting up the absolute most handsome server I ever saw. We were both service industry workers, and I would go back and tell my coworkers about Neal, this amazing guy who made the best coffee and who seemed to look forward to my weekly brunch just as much as I did. My buddy Andrea was the one to say “what are you waiting for?” and so I weighed the pros and cons of asking out the near stranger I was obsessing over, and maybe having to find a new place to get coffee. The next time I went in the tip I left was something to the tune of “(512)XXX-XXXX)” and three days later I got a text from my server. I like the think that was the best tip he ever got.... -Oona