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me a menu. “You've got to memorize this menu.”
              “The entire thing?”
              “By tonight,” he says matter-of-factly.
              “Tonight?!”
              “Yep, good luck.” He smiles as I frantically start reading the unexpectedly vast menu. Who knew The Java Bean offers such culinary variety?
              It takes me longer than I’d like to admit to remember the difference between tall, grande, and venti. I didn’t understand why they had to be all fancy-schmancy. This isn’t freakin’ Starbucks. Why can’t they just be called small, medium, and large? There are at least fifty different flavors and it seems like there is an unlimited number of combinations of them. An hour later, I've only made it about a quarter of the way through the list when I hear Holden sit back down across from me.
              I look up at him, irritated for interrupting me.
              “What are you doing?” I whisper so I don’t disturb the few customers who sit nearby.
              “Just thought I'd check on your progress. Do you think you have the hang of it yet?”
              “Um, almost. I think. Maybe. Actually no,” I stammer embarrassingly.
              “What? Surely if a guy like me can, a girl like you can too,” he smirks, clearly amused at my expense.
              “Honestly? It’s all a little overwhelming,” I reluctantly admit. “You have all of these drinks memorized? Every single combination?”
              “Shocking, I know. Feel free to quiz me if you’d like.” He props his feet up on the table and I look around wondering how he can possibly get away with doing something like that and not get fired. I'm pretty sure employees are expected to act more professional than that, but Mason doesn’t seem to be concerned about it. I scan the list and choose a drink.
              “Cinnamon Dolce?” I decide to start off easy. You know, being nice and all.
              “Cinnamon, brown sugar, and a touch of honey. Cinnamon sprinkled on top.”
              “Zebra?”
              “White chocolate and dark chocolate, drizzled with more dark chocolate.”
              “Witches’ Brew?”
              “Hazelnut, milk chocolate, and a dash of caramel topped with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles.”
              “Almond Joy?”
              “Chocolate, almond syrup, and coconut syrup.”
              “Hollywood Blondie?”
              “Medium roast, white chocolate, and caramel,” he smirks. “Give up yet?”
              “Cherry Garcia?”
              “Ben and Jerry’s.”
              “Damn. You’re good.”
              “Obviously,” he grins slyly at me again.
              “How did you do it?” I ask curiously.
              “I don’t know. I just have a knack for memorizing shit.”
              “Fine. You win. I suck.” I stare down at the menu and all of the words start blurring together. How am I ever going to learn all of this?
              “Let me show you something,” he says, reaching out his hand for mine. I stare at it like it's a snake which makes him laugh. “Just trust me. C’mere.”
              I let him hold my hand and lead me over behind the counter. He turns to face me expectantly. I stare back completely confused.
              “What?” I ask after a few seconds of awkwardness.
              His eyes dart down then back up to mine and then down again until I follow his gaze. There taped to the cabinets underneath