barista's have authority because they can spit in your latte.

Chopin, you desire so much to be the favorite, and when it proves out that you are favored you back up and question it. It's like "You love me, you really love me" and then..."wait no, maybe you're faking it"..."no one can possibly love me". Insecurity grasping for the negative (like I do as well). There was comfort, playfulness, touch and love...don't over think it.