A young barista starts giving a stranger free coffee after their card declines. What begins as a small act of kindness turns into a quiet ritual. For six months, they share brief smiles, light conversation, and the comfort of routine. No flirting, no expectations, just simple human connection over steaming cups.
But then, suddenly, the stranger stops coming. No goodbye, no explanation. The barista realizes they never even knew their name. Now each morning feels hollow, haunted by a missing face. Was it just coffee or something deeper? A fleeting bond now lingers like a ghost in the café.
AITA for I’ve been giving a stranger free coffee for months and I don’t even know their name
