Dear coffee boy,
It rained hard today. I didn't have an umbrella so I ran to the nearest Starbucks.
It was strange; one minute it was warm and sunny, the next, it started pouring.
I wore this white tank top. I didn't know it would rain.
It did.The shirt stuck to my skin and this stranger whistled at me. I glared at him.
I ordered the caramel latte. Of course you know that, because you paid for it. I wonder why. I'm just a random girl.
And there's also the fact that you were the one that took my order.
When I told you my name you said it was beautiful. It's not that wonderful, it's just plain old Alice.
It makes me sound like a mental patient. At least, that's what I think.
You talked to me the whole time I waited for my latte.
Which was approximately 15 minutes.
Starbucks was crowded that day.
Then when I got my drink, I went over to the window seats, but you asked me to sit near the counter.
You look so familiar. I think you go to my school. But you say you're home schooled.
I don't think a home schooled kid would be working at Starbucks. Of course that's just me.
Love,
Alice :)
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Dear Coffee Boy
Short StoryA collection of letters from Alice to a Starbucks barista she falls in love with. #97|| 10/6/16 [DISCLAIMER]: I wrote this story in 2015 when I was fairly new to fictional/romance writing and completely new to Wattpad. This story is full of flaws...