trouvaille
/tro͞oˈvī/
noun
something lovely discovered by chance
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ag reid was doing perfect. she was in her sophomore year of college, she's had a a girlfriend for almost seven months, she has amazing friends. she's liv...
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ANNAGRACE REID
"can i get an iced, decaf latte with almond milk?" i asked. i looked down at my phone, seeing the message billie had sent me. "and an iced, decaf macchiato with almond milk as well?"
"yes, of course," the barista nodded. "can i get anything else for you, ma'am?"
"no, thank you. that's all."
"alright, and your name?" she raised a brow.
"ag."
"okay, it'll be ready in a few minutes." she told me after i paid.
"thank you."
i walked over to a table, taking a seat. i tapped my fingers against the table anxiously as i waited for billie to show up. she said she would be here in about five minutes.
after a few minutes, my name was called to get the coffees. i walked over to the counter, grabbing them. i let out a small scoff as i saw that they had spelt my name as "agee" instead of "ag."
how the fuck do you mess up two letters?
i walked back over to the table, placing billie's coffee in front of her chair. as i did, i heard the bell ring, which signaled that somebody had walked in. i looked over, a small smile coming to my face as i noticed it was billie. she quickly spotted me and started walking over to me.
"hey." i greeted.
"hi," billie said, then started reaching into her pocket. "how much was the coffee?"
"don't worry about it," i waved her off. "it's on me."
"you sure?" she raised a brow.
"yeah. it's the least i could do for whatever it is that i did." i sighed.
"you didn't do anything." she mumbled as she sat down.
well, that's relieving.
"then why did you just ghost me?" i questioned softly, reaching to pick my coffee up and take a sip.
"i just—" she stopped what she was saying. "what happened to your hand?" she asked, referring to the busted skin on my knuckles.
"i punched que."
"oh," her eyes widened slightly, then she avoided my eyes as she mumbled out "don't say his name; not around me."
