Short macchiato please.

You look like a latte girl to me.

Ah, no, I'm definitely the macchiato type.

Strong, black, slung back fast.

Shame that. Tell you what, try one free.

Mmmm, don't think so. In a rush.

Must get back.

I'm making it now, can't say no.

Velvety. Creamy. Rich. You will love it.

Listen to that steam. How can you resist?

Sizzling. Building. Climaxing.

Now, I'm pouring out a heart. See it form.

Floating. Waiting. Initiating.

Add some sugar, make it syrupy.

Oh no, I never have sugar and...

I'd destroy your lovely heart - I mean your work.

Just the tiniest of sprinkles then.

Shy crystals. Descending. Drifting. Melting.

You will eat my heart.....exquisitely.

Oh, ah, yes, I see. Can I have it to go?

You can have anything, sweetness.

Errr, yes, thank you, good bye.

Took the scalding takeaway and fled -

a little dazed, much bemused, preoccupied

I opened the lid and sipped deep.

You wicked, wicked thing, I smirked

as I licked hot milk from my lips.