It was a hot afternoon when the HVAC technician came to the house to inspect my furnace.
There was no airflow in our basement, and no windows to open.
The basement was dark and dank. After working in the basement for an hour, I thought he could use a glass of lemonade to wash the dirt from his throat and mouth. When I offered lemonade, he asked if he could bother me for a cup of coffee instead. He must have smelled the fresh coffee I had brewed. He handed me his coffee mug and said he drank it black. I thought he was presumptuous handing me his coffee mug, but I filled it for him. After telling me what he found with the furnace, he packed up his tools and put them in the service van. He said he would send a group of ductwork cleaners to the house the following week, and they would clean, repair, and sanitize the ductwork for me. He thanked me for the coffee and left. He left me with an odd impression, but I didn’t know if it was good or bad. A week later, the ductwork cleaners were at the house, and they were repairing a few small holes when the HVAC technician arrived. He had his coffee cup with him and said he had to apologize. He said he must have seemed rude to request coffee, but it smelled so good he couldn’t resist. He had apparently worked all night, and was using the coffee to keep him awake. I realized the HVAC technician was flirting with me, and I had to tell him I was engaged. If I hadn’t been, I would have flirted right back because he was adorable.