Dear coffee boy,
I'm sitting in my room crying.
I'm sorry. Again.
What kind of girl goes to a dance in worn out jeans?
When you came to the door I said I didn't have a dress.
You smiled and kissed me.
Is there such thing as falling in love within a week? Maybe I've really become Mental Patient Alice.
Love,
Alice
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Dear Coffee Boy
ContoA 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...
