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  "One medium caramel frappicino" I demanded as I scanned the menu board again. "Okay, anything else?" the cashier chuckles, I shake my head as he gave me my receipt. I take a glance at it. In the bottom was numbers written down.

xxx-xxx-xxxx
Call me

I look back up at him, he winks and I scoff. "Fuckboy" I mumble under my breath, "hey, heard that" he laughs across the room, he called the next customer up and took their order.

I sat down at one of the tables displayed out side with some others. I pulled out a book placing my phone besides it; I took a licked some cream off the top. I tall figure starts approaching me, "hey, that's a pretty tragic book you're reading." He chuckles as his eyes glisten.

"And you are..." I carried out are signaling him to continue on with his sentence.

"Shawn" he smiles.

-nhi aka musicalForMendes

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