Max's POV
She had brown hair that covered most of her face. All one could see were her beautiful brown eyes underneath the specs she wore. She wore the same bracelet everyday and ordered the same coffee every morning. She sat in the corner of the Cafe, her eyes locked to her laptop screen while her fingers typed away at an unusual speed. She once said she was a writer.
She was a gorgeous writer and I was a poor high schooler trying to make an extra buck as a waiter.
What are the odds she'll ever be mine?
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Finding Her
Teen FictionMax is a high schooler trying to make some extra cash at a cafe near school. Everyday a beautiful, quiet writer orders the same coffee as she types her book. Max finds himself falling for her but he doesn't even know her name. Will she ever be his...
