She will, but...

Charlotte marched down the sidewalk, excited to face the new day. Her sips swayed a little more than was strictly necessary, and her breasts bounced with every confident stride. It was a little strange feeling the hard concrete against the soles of her bare feet, and she had to swerve a couple of times to dodge the occasional piece of gum.

When she stepped into her favorite coffee shop wearing nothing but the purse over her shoulder, the barista behind the counter just smiled warmly at her.

"Good morning, Charlotte!" he greeted her, then leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "Had a brain seize when you were getting dressed this morning, huh?"

"Is it that obvious?" she asked.

"Only because I know you so well," he winked. "Will you be having your usual this morning?"

"Yes, please!"

The barista got right to work making Charlotte's standard venti chai latte with two pumps vanilla, one pump mocha, and half a pump of hazelnut, with a drizzle of caramel and extra foam, while she sat in her favorite seat at the window to watch the people walk by. This morning, however, most of the people were watching her back. In fact, nearly everyone she'd encountered this morning seemed to find her choice of attire very interesting. Men and women both craned their necks to stare at her chest as they passed.

Charlotte should have been horribly embarrassed by all the attention her naked body was getting, but she found it oddly flattering instead. Ryan's father had died a few years ago, and she never really felt comfortable trying to date again. This, however, might just be the next best thing...

"Here, or to go?" the barista joked as he brought the coffee to her table. Charlotte was a busy woman, so she always took her coffee to go. He'd already put the lid on her cup and everything.

"Umm...." Charlotte frowned, looking back and forth between him and the coffee front of her. She knew she should know the answer to that question, but she just couldn't find it. "I, uh... I don't know... Help me?"