"I'm so sorry," I begin to apologize, but when I look up to see who it is "Isaac" I say humorless. I almost feel sorry for my wasted $2.50 on my Cappuccino. "Always a pleasure to see you, Aria" he gives a snarky response. He was soaking in my coffee, so he walks over to the counter to grab some napkins. That's it he gives me that kind of attitude then just leaves.
I walk up to the counter behind Isaac. "Ben, look what your lucky cappuccino did for me" I said "I spilt it all over the 2nd place winner of Northtown." Isaac gave me a crafty look before he spoke, "Whatever helps you sleep at night Aria," he winks then leaves without saying another word.
I walk out of Tim Hortons frustrated, I was just getting good ideas, and Isaac just had to pop in and ruin everything just like he always does. That wink at the end, uggh, what was that, he thinks he's so slick doesn't he. Thinking he can distract me; well I won't let him. I mean yeah Isaac is tall and ok looking but he's so cocky. Uggh never mind him.
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The Perfect Blend- a short story for a contest
Randomjust a draft for a contest.I didn't enter it. but idk why not, just to show I'm writing for fun not for views.
