HOT FRESHLY BREWED LOVE

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Jude stared disapprovingly at the cursor flashing on the blank page.
"If I could just write one sentence that would be an--"
"You're still at it, huh? It's almost three o' clock. Lucky for you this is a twenty-four hour establishment," the handsome  server grinned as he leaned over Jude's shoulder and placed a Styrofoam cup full of steaming hot coffee next to the laptop. "But, I think it's time for you to take a break."
"I'll get to the coffee before it gets cold," Jude assured, waving his hand dismissively at the server in an attempt to shoo him away.
The server furrowed his brow in annoyance. "You should really take a break," he insisted.  
Jude laughed absently, intent on keeping his attention focused on the writing that wasn't happening.
Realizing that he was still being ignored, the server  placed his hand over Jude's and physically directed the mouse's cursor to its new position--hovering precariously over the tiny x in the top right corner of the word document.
"You wouldn't," Jude gasped.
"I would," the server assured, starting to squeeze Jude's hand. "Unless you take a break."
"I-I will," Jude heard himself saying. "Just let go of my hand first."
"Promise?"
"Yes," the young vampire hunter sighed  in desperation.
Reluctantly, the server lifted his hand. It felt hot and sweaty. He hadn't noticed that before. Pressing his palm into his apron, the server tried to think up new ways to spark a conversation.
Jude sipped his coffee in silence, avoiding having to turn around and talk.
"Do you need inspiration," the server asked abruptly.
Jude shrugged apathetically. He had a whole life of inspiration--a job with the Vatican hunting vampires, an attractive off-the-wall colleague, a heart-wrenching adolescence. What could this server possibly have to offer as a means of inspiration? More hot coffee?
"I-I could help you think of something," the server offered, moving from behind the booth to the side of the table. Jude didn't notice as the server stumbled over his words.  
"If I say 'yes', will you leave me alone for now," Jude wondered, staring at the distorted reflection of the server in his coffee.  The reflection gave a quick nod.
"All right, then, what kinds of ideas do you ha--"
Unfortunately, Jude  was unable to finish his sentence as the server leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips, causing his train of thought to derail into something along the lines of Sweet Mary, Mother of Minty Fresh God. Please let this be a venial sin.
When the server finally pulled away, Jude could only look back at him in awe.
"Are you okay," the server asked, afraid that he had caused some sort of mental breakdown.
"I like that idea. But I think you need to be more specific," Jude replied easily, snapping out of his  momentary shock.
The server cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
"What audience am I writing for? What genre," Jude asked flirtatiously, praying that the server would get the euphemism. He winked for added effect.
"Women obviously," the server decided, yanking Jude out of the booth and into his arms.  "It should be a harlequin romance."
"I love the way you think."

THE END