You stand

You stand up out of your seat awkwardly, kind of expecting a hug or a handshake, at least something. Instead, she simply sits where you were, and without even looking at you says “cafe mocha hot, extra espresso, and two raspberry shots.”

You stand there for a second confused, then instinct kicks in and you go to order her drink. After coming back with the order in hand, she simply points to the ground by her crossed feet. You keep following your instincts, and to your own horror you kneel at her feet, holding her drink up for her.

“Good boy. I must say, you are proving to live up to expectations.” She takes the coffee, sips it, and looks down at you with a michivious grin. “Your wardrobe is atrocious, but I’m not surprised. Now, I will give you one last warning. I expect you to devote yourself to me, mind body and soul. Anything less will be quickly and harshly corrected. This will be your last chance to back out and admit you cannot handle what’s to come. Do you understand?”

You look up at the gothic beauty, already kneeling at her feet and serving her in the middle of a public cafe. A small voice in the back of your kindle is telling you this is too much, you should be a man and walk away with whatever dignity you can muster.