I'll wait for your answer." As his sweet husky voice rang in my ear, I mumbled "See you and thank you" while hiding my bright red face.
A familiar annoying buzz surrounded my bedroom and I slammed the alarm as I'm awoke by the sound of this manmade technology.
I slowly got up, stretched my hands up and went to the kitchen counter to prepare myself a cup of coffee. The light from my phone illuminated the dimly lit room as I walked to the window to open up the curtains.
I sat down and remembered what happened last night. Is it a dream? I thought as I took out my phone and began searching for "his" contact number.
His name was bolted on the screen showing that all that happened yesterday was not a dream. *PEEP* PEEP*, the sound of the coffee machine startled me as I went and got myself a cup of coffee and set it down on the counter and covered my face as I blushed remembering that it was all true; not some sick joke or prank that someone was playing on me. Suddenly my phone rang and it seems that "he" called me.
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The coffee shop
Teen FictionCan love be found in a coffee shop? a girl who wanted a cosmetic surgery to change herself , finding herself fallen in love , worried that the man he loves only goes for looks. follow the story as she struggles with her true self. this is a story b...
