To the sexy barista boy: When I came into the shop, you were the only one there. You made me a soy latte. And while you did, we chatted about your turkey/Christmas tree/pterodactyl tattoo. You are incredibly cute, especially with all the freckles. Everything was great, and I wasn't sure if you were flirting with me or not. After I talked about working with English Language Learning students, you brought up racism in sports in America... and the conversation died.
Racism turned the awkward flirting into just awkwardness.