Your coffee intake has significantly increased, as of late. Sure, you've taken on a lot more responsibilities at work, and maybe having your recently divorced best friend crash in your brother's room while he's away at college wasn't the best idea (especially right before agreeing to teach an online workshop at your alma mater), but you couldn't really help yourself.

Not after you walked into your favorite coffee house on a rainy Tuesday morning (too early for anyone to be up, in your opinion), and caught the new hire dancing and singing like a complete fool to a James Carr song playing softly over the shop's speakers.

And definitely not after she got so embarrassed by you catching her that she completely fucked up your order (three times, but who's counting?) and managed to look absolutely adorable while doing so (you would deny that thought to your grave if anyone asked). You got four free drinks and a good, genuine, laugh that morning (even if you left a $101 dollar tip in the tip jar on your way out). You're not saying this girl was the sole reason for your sudden need for two tall Americanos a day (three, if you count the one Ell gets you on her way home from work, which you don't), you're just saying that ever since you caught a glimpse of her, you've been frequenting the coffee house she works at a lot more than normal. And it doesn't help that they have the best coffee in Manhattan.

You don't even know her name, yet you're captivated simply by the way she smiles, or laughs, or just genuinely exists. You're like Odysseus' men and she's the siren calling out to you in the black depths of the water underneath your hull.

You're not scared to jump in after her.

You usually wouldn't wax poetic over a girl so obviously not your type, but there's just something about her that makes you want to get to know her.

Walk a mile in her shoes.

Maybe take a moment to step into her skin.

Jump into her bones.