Ivy

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We are outside a huge coffee shop. Just bought our coffees few minutes ago. I was quite literally dragged into the shop and I don't like coffee. Yet here I am. I must have complained about this fact to my friend all over the time we rode here & up until now.

Wait, I forgot to tell you about me. I'm Ivy. But not in Ivy league. Doesn't matter but I work with a Stock Broking firm so that's what explains how I got my evening free. Or not. I took a leave from office early. My friend Belle called me over for shopping or more like our meet up. We don't live far but still we hadn't met in months.

It was good to actually speak in person rather over text or voice notes. It was such a refreshment. For real, I missed her lively nature. We had uncommon interests but we managed to do everything. Although complaining the entire time, it was the fun part. Looking forward to more such evenings.

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