Adventures of Me and Mii Boy

I have just returned from a midday Starbucks/mail run. I don't go to Starbucks often, as I am neither a coffee person nor idependently wealthy. But today I had a hankerin' to go- mostly because I was bored, I think- and I have returned with this delicious concoction called a "Tall Mocha Skinny Latte" which only has ninety calories. Score!

At the Starbucks, I stood in line next to a girl who is the spitting image of what I imagine Joanna Gleason would look like if she were my age and a hipster. I sort of wanted to become friends with this girl but instead I just gave her a couple of quick glances before falling in love with my latte and forgetting all about her.

En route to the Starbucks, I had my second conversation ever with the building's 'concierge' (this is, apparently, his official title) who has hair like a Mii character and always dresses in somber-colored suits and brightly colored ties. From that description alone, it is probably easy for any observant reader to deduce that I have quite the crush on this kid.

Our conversation went like this:

Mii Boy: Hi. How can I help you?
Me: CJ asked me to drop this off for you? It's our 1099?
Mii Boy: Oh. Thanks.
Me: You're welcome.
Mii Boy: Want to run away to a tropical beach somewhere and drink lots of red wine together?
Me: Yes, please.

All of that is true, except the last two lines.