Yes.

You decide there would be no harm asking Aubrey for her number in case things with Ginger doe not pan out past an one-night fling. You try to think of the best non-creepy way to ask her out but before you could come up with something the barista returns with your drink.

"Um, thanks!" you smile at her.

"You're welcome." She smiles back and turns away to return back to the bar but stops. "Are you waiting for a date? I mean...," she blurts out, blushing. "Sorry I didn't mean to pry..."

"I'm just meeting a friend," you reply, unsure if the "Netflix and chill" at Ginger's place would be considered a date or not.

"Um, okay then," the blonde barista smiles and heads back to the bar, glancing back at you while brushing her hair over her ear.

You wonder why she asked you that and you realize the answer when you look down at your cup with the message "Text me" along with her phone number! You glance back at the bar and Aubrey looks up and smiles at you. You smile back and then realize that Ginger may arrive at any time, so you quickly copy her number to your phone before covering it up with a paper sleeve.

Returning your attention back to YouTube videos, you sip your iced black tea lemonade while waiting for the next forty-five minutes for Ginger to arrive. Aubrey occasionally drops by with a warm smile to offer to refill your cup while asking if your friend is still going to show up or not.