The Girl Behind the Counter

 “I think I know that person,” Eric said, crossing his arms.

“Who?” Beeroo glanced up from his cup of coffee. Following Eric’s gaze.

“That barista. The girl that’s on the same shift as your girlfriend”

Beeroo frowned, staring at the girl with a ponytail behind the counter that was talking to his girlfriend, “Jessica?” he said, “Yero had talked about her several times before. She said she is a smart cookie. Still in college. Maybe she was one of your underclassmen?”

Eric frowned, shaking his head. “No… she was not”

“What?”

“No, she was not my underclassmen,” he repeated.

“How do you know, man? You barely remember your herd.” Beeroo teased, “Maybe you met her in one of your clubs? You keep going in and out different clubs when you were in college”

“No…?” Eric’s frown deepened. “I don’t think so? I think she’s…” His voice trailed off.

…Huh…?

He looked up at Beeroo slowly, his eyes widened as he spoke in a low voice, “I think… I think she is my Yero”

“...What?”