A French Embarrassment

A coffee girl with caramel eyes,
Sure to be my social demise. 
The beauty of a sunset’s glow,
Inviting in me the stupid and the slow.

Like a game of hide and seek, 
I’m nervous and I’m meek.
God, what if she’s the one?
Got to focus, mustn’t order a scone.

Instead I said a cup of tea for me,
Perhaps with a bit too much glee.
But one smile’s too few for such a warming brew.
So I gifted another, goofy and true.

Alas a soulful and radiant return-
Oh no, I think I’m starting to get heartburn.
I offer an attempt at “merci beaucoup”,
If heard, the French would surely spew.

Instead an awkward dawdle away-
Christ alive, I even forgot to pay!