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We meet again at the coffee shop.
I was sitting at a booth, after my friend had to leave, but I told her I'd stay a bit more.
He worked here.
I ordered a vanilla latte with whipped cream and caramel on top.
He made my coffee and there was no need to ask me for my name. I was doubting he'd remember my name.
I was sure that I was supposed to collect my own order from the counter, but one of the staff member would just call your name.
When he bought me my order I was surprised to see him with his coat in his hand. He took a sit opposite to me. Without asking.
"So, vanilla latte, huh?" He said with a teasing tone.
"With whipped cream and caramel on top." I continued, taking my cup from his hand.
He smiled and his dimples showed.
"Noted." He kept on smiling.
"Are you leaving?" I asked him.
" I finished my shift exactly when you ordered." He responded to my question.
"So you made my coffee on your own time?" It was a question but it sounded more like a statement.
"Let's just say that, sometimes, I can make an exception, for a special redhead." He said and I felt the blood rush to my checks and ears.
After a few minutes, he walked with me home while I drunk my coffee, and we exchanged numbers.
When I got home, I realised that he drew a heart and a smily face next to my name on my coffee cup, that he also bought for me.
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Our Fears
Historia Corta"We live in a world full of fears. But what would we be, if we let those fears of ours, consume every good part of us?"
