NovellaWinchester

Not Shy Anymore Warning: Contains some mild fluff You glare up at the bag of coffee beans sitting innocently on the top shelf.  Hiro, the little rascal, had hidden the step ladder that morning and then ran off, doing who knows what.  The café was running low on coffee and Aunt Cass asked you to ground a new batch of beans.  The only thing standing in your way is the fact of your vertically challenged nature. Placing a hand on the shelf at eye level with you, you use it to try to balance yourself as you lift onto your tip toes.  You reach your other hand out, stretching it as far as it will go.  Your fingers bar