Love Language: Act of Service
There is an absolute adorable 21 year old red head at work. For some reason we have started calling each other fiance. I think it’s because we want to populate the adorable red-headed race.
Every morning he makes me a cappuccino without me ever asking for one. It is delivered silently with a smile and a huge sigh of awesome from me.
Every night during either a very busy dinner service and/or after a very busy dinner service, he gives me a tonic water with ice without me ever asking for one.
It is such a small act of service but I literally swoon every time.It has taught me that my love language is “Act of Service”.
If he wasn’t 21, I would be all over it.
(And I’m trying my hardest to restrain myself…but I would never - if only for his sake.)