I glance over at him as Jenna makes his coffee. He’s standing near a table staring at the phone in his hands.‘He’s gorgeous, smart, successful, and he buys old ladies’ coffee for no reason other than that he’s genuinely nice. He’s the perfect catch,’ Jenna says as she works.He is all those things and right now I really wish she were wrong about that. I know I said I’ve never had a romantic feeling for Henry and that is mostlytrue. But, there are times where my mind wanders and I wonder what he and I might be like. I mean, come on, I’m not blind, I see how gorgeous he is. Sometimes I daydream and from time to time. Sometimes he even pops into those daydreams when I least expect it. Never have I asked him to leave. Judge me if you must.He isn’t the kind of guy I normally date, apparently because he has a solid job and isn’t addicted to his PlayStation and if I’m going by my history in men those two things don’t seem to be deal-breakers, but there is something about him that sometimes does it for me. Most of my daydreaming moments usually start with something dumb like seeing him do something incredibly nice for someone, like a random act of kindness that he insists he doesn’t want people to know he does because that defeats the purpose.He’s got a good heart. AlwaysDoTheRightThingHenry. That was the nickname I came up with for him at school that day we met. He did the right thing, standing up for a girl he didn’t know, even though I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Even back then he was the voice of reason between him and his not so female best friend, Ben. Always making sure they were doing the right thing. He’s lived up to it ever since.‘I’ll bring this out to Florence.’ I walk around the counter, carrying her black strong coffee in a to-go cup.Then there’s me, AlwaysDatesTheWrongGuyAmbri. It’s not my official title but it fits. I can’t say the men I date have ever done what Henry just did that I know of. In fact, sometimes it’s a challenge to even get them to buy my coffee. The guys I date lately seem to think a meal at one of the food trucks I’m obsessed with is enough to woo me right out of my panties. If I’m honest, my romance bar seems to be set pretty low sothe whole food-truck thing works more often than I’d like to admit.I walk back to the counter as Florence waves goodbye to Henry.‘Here ya go… one tall, blond, tanned, sweet, sexy, and mesmerizingly handsome coffee for the guy who’s justyour friend.’ Jenna scribbles a couple hearts under his name before handing me the cup. ‘Look at him…’ She stares across the room at him. His back is still to us and he’s still standing near the table we normally sit at when he comes in. Yes, we’re completely juvenile andhave a preferred table, as we did in the cafeteria while we were in high school. ‘He’s just so cute! That ass too… Yum.I wanna bite it.’ She chomps her teeth together.I stifle back a laugh. ‘You’re killing me.’ I turn away from her with a roll of my eyes. She can be a little over the top, but she does make a long day more fun.I walk the coffee over to Henry, setting it on the table as I sit down. He waits to finally sit until I do. Another moment to add to the daydream list. Chivalry isn’t dead when he’s around, that’s for sure.‘Thanks,’ he says, suddenly noticing the hearts under his name as he picks up the cup off the table. ‘That’s new…’ He raises a single eyebrow, staring across the table at me as if I did it.