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[🎲] [𝟐𝟓] 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝

TW - Mention/Implied drug use

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As you stroll along the road, you take a moment to readjust your headphones, ensuring they sit comfortably on your head.

In the midst of autumn, a refreshing breeze swept through the air. The sun, radiant and warm, cast its golden rays on the world, creating a picturesque morning that filled your heart with joy.

You were tasked with a coffee run by Zeke and Ymir, both of who were clearly feeling the effects of a wild night out.

Thankfully, there's a nice place not far from Colt's apartment and you always enjoy walking around Colt's area.

The area that he lives in exudes an exquisite autumn ambiance, as if it had been meticulously crafted to showcase the very essence of the season.

As the doors swing open, you step into an appealing café, your focus fixed on only one goal—getting the coffee.

As soon as the rich, toasty scent wafts towards you, it instantly transports you back in time, evoking a flood of memories.

As you observe the scene, a small queue catches your attention. Several individuals are seated, engrossed in lively discussions or focused on their laptops.

Your eyes focus on the menu board, despite already knowing everyone's order. You find yourself gazing at the handful of individuals scattered throughout the café when suddenly, someone catches your eye—a figure that seems strangely familiar.

Although they're situated at a distance from your current location, their presence is unmistakable and impossible to overlook.

You can't tell if your mind is playing with you until his piercing stare locks onto yours.

In an instant, a radiant smile illuminates his face. He mutters something to the person opposite him, who you can't see and rises from his seat.

As he draws nearer, it is now time to place your order. You turn away from his gaze and focus on the barista in front of you.

"Hi, can I please have an iced caramel macchiato, an iced white mocha, an americano, an iced maple latte, four breakfast sandwiches, and three croissants?" As the words leave your mouth, you feel a hand on your back, causing you to temporarily become tense.

The barista confirms your order before displaying the price. As you reach for your wallet, a sudden tap on the card reader catches your attention. You turn around to see Marcus, ready to settle the payment.

"Hey pumpkin," he warmly greets, causing a pleasant surprise to wash over you as you realize he hasn't used that endearing nickname in quite some time.

You both gracefully move aside, finding a spot to stand while eagerly anticipating your order. "There was no need for you to pay."

"I understand, but I wanted to," he says with a smile, his presence looming above you. "Will you be meeting up with some friends?"

It's impossible to overlook the fact that he's dressed in his gym attire. He is adorned in a sleek black fitted shirt that perfectly complements his matching black shorts. Paired with his stylish trainers, this ensemble is a sight that hasn't graced your eyes in quite some time.

"Eh, I was already at his apartment so I'm just doing the coffee run." As you speak, your gaze instinctively drifts towards the spot where his attention was previously fixated, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person he was sitting with.

"Who's that?" As your gaze sweeps across the room, it lands on a captivating figure—a woman who has caught your attention.

Her flowing auburn locks are gracefully gathered into a neat ponytail. A quick glance reveals her attire, a comfortable ensemble suited for the gym.