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 barely even brush against the bottom side of the shelf you need to reach. Still no farther than any of the other ten times you’ve tried. Your grip on the lower shelf increases as if you could just push off of it to grow a few more inches. You lift one foot up off the floor, balancing on the other and it almost seems to hel