𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CHAPTER 8 - jumpscare

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y/n's pov
i drive home slower, only because olivia said. i park my car in the garage, walking into my house.

i look through twitter, coming across a viral tweet i was tagged in. "fuck," i mumble, reading the tweet that was above the photo, "'olivia rodrigo and barista y/n l/n seen cuddling!'"i tap on the photo, chuckling. "pretty cute, actually," i admit, smiling.

i decide not to say anything, turning my phone off and going to sleep.

monday
i throw a jacket over my outfit, getting in my car.

i walk in, seeing julia on the couch. "morning," i say. "morning," she responds. i place my keys in my tray, along with my phone.

i smile, seeing olivia walk in after 2 hours of my shift. "hey," i say, trying not to smile wider to make it weird. i decide not to say anything about the paparazzi photo in case she hasn't seen it, don't wanna stress her out. "hi," she giggles, smiling too. "takeaway or dining in?" i ask. "takeaway," she says. "why's that?" i ask. "i gotta go to the studio," she frowns, "i'm sorry." "don't be," i chuckle, "venti matcha iced tea?" i assume. "yes please," she says. i nod, putting it on the screen. olivia pays, and i pick up a cup. i take off the cap from the marker, looking up. i write olivia's name, smiling as i start to write under it.

'down to make out in my bmw later tonight?'

i look back up at olivia, "i'll call you when it's ready." "thank you," she says, walking to the other side. i make olivia's drink, walking to the other side of the counter. "olivia," i smile, sliding the drink to her, my writing facing her. she walks up, looking at the drink. she reads it with a smile, laughing. she looks back up at me, "i'm busy today, but maybe another day, y/n."

i nod, "alright." "okay, i gotta go," she says, "thanks for the drink." "all good," i smile. she smiles back, walking out. i let out a deep breath, walking back to the other side of the counter.

i wait by the register as a guy comes in. i take a look at his face, realizing it was the guy olivia was on the date with a while ago. "dining in or taking out?" i ask. "taking out, black coffee. venti," he says. i nod, putting it on the machine. he takes out his phone, paying with it. surely he would've had his phone the night they went on the date, right? why didn't he just use that to pay? "name, please?" i ask. "adam." "wait on the side, i'll call you when it's ready," i say. he walks to the other side, scrolling on his phone.

i hand him his drink, and he walks out, taking a sip.

2 months and a half later , 5:33pm
i sit on the couch, at the back, jess barging in. "three minutes late," i note. "okay, shut up," she says, rushing towards me, "look." she faces her phone towards me, and i look at the post.

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