tequila bookworm.

back in toronto.
i was having an absolutely awful day.
i went to my fave 'getaway' place for some green tea and waffles.

i went there partially because it was my getaway place, partially because it had the best waffles i have ever had, but mostly because the one late night server, jeffrey, was quite handsome, always polite and looked into my eyes and made my heart melt.

he was a looker, if i ever saw one.
he's been serving there for years and i always order the same thing from him.
green tea with honey.

he's the only one who gives me the little packets instead of the entire squeeze bottle.

but this one night, he was not only amazingly nice, but i think he's a hopeless romantic.

because when he brought out my caramelized banana waffles, he had the chef make a happy face in them with whipped cream.

and not only that, after he gave them to me, he told me they didn't actually caramelize the bananas anymore, but since i was having such a crappy day he asked a favour of the chef and he did it for me, special order.

i melted. i must have turned 7 shades of red and the smile that came from my face must have been electric.

because he turned around and bashed his shin into the table.

i giggled, and the next time i was in there i asked him how his shin was.
i love when boys do stuff like that.

but why can't more people be like that? why can't more BOYS be like that?
make a heart in my latte, make a smile with my whipped cream, do something cute and special.

you know those things that are amazingly cute, amazingly thoughtful and make me melt for you.

i'm a simple girl. i like simple, thoughtful acts.
and i'll always ask if your shin is ok. :)
i miss that. a lot.