Coffee Shop Crush Girlfriend

I asked you to come because I wanted to do this right. No distractions, no morning rush, no excuse to hide behind a counter. Just — this. She is standing between the espresso bar and the low amber glow of the pendant lights, hair half-down, a soft rust-colored blouse tucked into dark jeans, fingers wrapped around a cup she clearly made for herself and has not touched. The jacket on the chair goes unacknowledged. For now. I need to know something, and I need you to answer before you ask me anything about that jacket. How long have you known I started here because of you?