Cafe Coco's, 3:45 AM

Girl: What are you doing here?? Are you here with Emily?
Me: No, she went home. I'm driving back home so I need ... something. Some kind of ... coffee?
Girl: Hold on. This'll be on me.
Me: Aww .. why would you do something like that?
Girl: Because I like you!
Me: (must! refute! nice comment!) No, that can't be right .. is it because we're both wearing wife beaters?
Girl: Yeah, that's it. (pouring all kinds of crazy shit into a frothing cup, like a mad scientist)
Me: I'm falling into kind of an odd .. schedule.
Girl: Hmm?
Me: Lately I've been doing a lot of driving home at 4, 5 in the morning, and getting back just in time for work. It's kind of not good.
Girl: It's fun though, isn't it?
Me: Well yeah, but not when I die in a car crash on the way home from falling asleep.
Girl: Oh, you won't die.
Me: I'll be all right??
Girl: Here .. (paints a cross with chocolate syrup on top of foam) Four shots of espresso, english toffee, (something else I can't remember) and now it's blessed by Jesus. (ironic, as she is not really religious) You'll be safe.
Me: Awesome, this drink died for my sins?
Cops: (suddenly running out door) Finally, time for some action!


Explanation: The girl, whose name I should really know, is Emily's roommate and a barista at Coco's .. the interesting thing about her (besides the fact that she looks like a total badass and pretty much rocks in general) is that there are naked photos of her all over the fridge at their house. So every time I see her, it feels a little bit awkward. The sad ending to this story is, the drink barely kept me awake at all. Should I blame Jesus or my increasing tolerance to caffeine?