His hair was wet.

I could tell it had been curly when it was free from the weight of the water, but now the strands sagged under the burden.

He shrugged off his jacket and strolled to the front counter, creating little puddles wherever he walked. I would normally be upset at the added chore I had to complete, but he seemed to not realize that he had soaked my freshly cleaned floor.

"Hi, how may I help you?" I asked quietly, stepping behind the counter to serve him.

He looked up, and I noticed he had freckles splattered across his cheeks. They looked like rain drops on a sidewalk of skin that a kid would try and count. I found myself trying to count them.

But in my sudden interest, I had missed what he replied.

"Sorry," I apologized quickly. "What did you say?"

A smile broke across his face and I forced myself not to stare at the way his eyes lit up when he smiled.

"A hot chocolate, with lots of those tiny marshmallows."

I grinned.

"Extra marshmallows?" I asked with a smile.

He just nodded eagerly, and I turned to make his drink.

I made sure to put the brightly colored ones into the cup instead of the plain white ones.

"Here." I said, handing him the warm cup. "It's on me."

I wanted so desperately to seem cool.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded and fought the blush trying to spread across my cheeks.

"Well at least let me sit down to a late night drink with the cute boy that bought it for me."