"Good morning! I would like five frappe and a cappuccino!"

A warm husky voice, his voice, that strummed my heart's Concerto, 

She gazed around, looking down at the sugary breads that lied in front,

Avoiding him and them was her ultimate goal for there must be no stunt, 

 She went down into the kitchen side, shuffling there order out, 

"Still the same!", it surely shout, 

"Did they miss her, ever?" came to her a doubt, 

Her eyes welled up all over again, 

Her morning-self ramble indeed went into the drain.

She passed their order to her counterpart and slipped down the counter, 

Until, oh until, his husky warm voice felt near her contours, 

"Miss, you forget extra chocolate in my coffee, I would like to cite!"

She wiped her eyes off in confusion and stood up in between her plight, 

Was it him calling for chocolate, one of his dislikes?

"I apologize!" she replied back with estrangement, 

"No worries, love!" he responded trying to hit an engagment, 

She looked up with hope filled eyes, 

Only to be returned with his orbs that held flirtatious ties, 

She mentally knocked herself reminding he was hers, 

Of course the present was never one of her burbs,

She passed him his order- rectified,

And walked he off to his table of five, satisfied, 

"Another customer", she mumbled to herself, 

"Just a one who you may default to know now as a farewell", 

She continued arranging the counter fiddling with the carmel, 

His eyes stuck to her, she had caught many a times, 

He had torn away ashamed, her observations were too refined, 

Soon enough after his tease, he called for the bill, 

A girl went to him when the five cheered shrill, 

She looked up to find a fangirl fangirling over him, 

Her heart boiled at the scene but helpless, she let it dim, 

The bill was paid and he seemed to off with them, 

When a girl tapped on her hem, 

A napkin it was with lettering on it, 

"Happiness is for the kind, 

Love, love is not blind, 

Would you be here if you don't mind?"

Things made sense and they didn't, 

Until a plastic-y paper reflected in front, 

Navya, she stood right there, handing her a concert ticket blunt, 

"Ana zaroor, Murthy! We will see wait!" she murmured and went!

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Hey, 

Third up! I know it's a bit slow going but, meh! I am stuck in studying, so it's from the little time I get! 

Let me know, how y'll feel about it! Hope this poetic KYY has a rhyme to it! 

Happy reading, 

HF