How To Find Love In A Coffee Shop - Short Story

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Half an hour.
It only passed half an hour.

I'm still sitting on the booth, with the blankets the waiter brought drapped over me. I haven't moved since i sat down. Im too cold, even with the 2 blankets. And two Hot chocolates in my tummy. And add a capuccino too. And brownies....

But, even after all this time, i still didn't know the waiters name. And he didn't know mine, obviously.

He went down back to the kitchen 5 minutes ago, living me alone at the coffe shop. He said he needed to see how the cupcakes were going.

At least he can bake. I think.

I cook too. Or i think i do. I dont know, people tell me i cook well but i cant really take a word my mom and dad says.

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After another half an hour, he comes back, sits on the same booth, but in front of me. He didn't say anything for a moment.

I felt my eyes closing.

"So, I still don't know your name" i heard him say

I opened my eyes instantly. Blinked once, twice, before saying
"Oh"

"" Oh"? Your name is "oh"?

"What? No, of course not. Uh- my name is Sophia."

"Oh, a perfect name for a perfect little girl." He smirked

"I'm not perfect!" I almost yelled. Almost.

"You don't need to get your panties in a twist, you know? I was just kidding babe." he laughed

Instead of replying, i just closed my eyes for a minute. I was really tired of being here. And him. But then i heard.

"Carson."

I opened my eyes confused. "What?"

"Carson, my names Carson"

Oh

"Oh, that's a nice name" i smiled, and, for the first time, he actually had a smile on his face too. Not a smirk.