Dear Coffee Boy

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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 :)