I have a new crush. It’s the soup guy.

There’s this soup place around the corner from my office. You know, those places that make everyone think of the Soup Nazi on “Seinfeld.” All they sell is soup. They have different soups each day, and you get on line and choose a soup.

I went there for the first time yesterday, and I noticed one of the two employees behind the counter. He’s really cute. He wears a backwards baseball cap. He has pale skin and brown hair. He has nice eyes. He has a little soul patch on his chin. And his lower lip is adorable.

Yesterday I got chicken noodle. Today I got minnestrone.

The guy is all business. “What can I getcha,” he says. He takes my order, fills up a container with soup, gives me a hunk of bread, sticks it all in a bag and says, “Four seventy-two.” All this with barely a glance.

Clearly he’s secretly in love with me but is just too shy to say anything.

I will be eating more soup from now on.