Dear coffee boy,
I'm certain I saw you at school. I was walking to lunch with Kimmie.
I felt someone stare at me.
I turned around and then I saw you. But you walked away.
You're not home schooled. Why did you lie?
You're in my history class. You sit in the way back. I never saw you there before.
Kimmie caught you looking over at us
She called you a creep and hid her face with her notebook.But then after class, she called you a good looking creep, who could stalk her any time. I was mildly disturbed by that.
You're also in my gym period.
We got partnered up. Our last names both start with an L.
You wouldn't look me in the eye. I asked you if you were the boy who flirted with me at Starbucks.
You looked at me and said nothing.
I wish you did, because I think I began to like you, and I didn't even know your first name yet.
Couch Morris called us by our last names, not first.
Your last name is Langford. You look like a Walter.
Love,
Alice (Longs):)
PS: Isn't my last name weird?
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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...