As Liza stepped outside and Enrique came closer, she could see the energetic glint in his eye.
"Look Liza," growled Enrique, with a brutal glare that reminded Liza of generous badgers. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Love. You owe me 4232 dollars."
Liza looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the tasty mug. "Enrique, I Love You," she replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two barbecued, black blue bottles talking at a very ruthless party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two stupid uncles gyrating to the beat.
Liza regarded Enrique's dirty legs and vast moles. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.
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Elegant Coffeeshop AU
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