The next day, I went to Starbucks. Again.
I couldn't help it; I needed to see him. I ignored my work at the bookstore, no one needed me anyway.
"Same order as last time?" He asks, staring right at me. I nod, but look away.
Oh, Hugo.
"Hey, I didn't get your name last time. What is your name?"
"Cassie." I blushed; I couldn't help it.
He nodded and took a while to write something on my cup. I watched him mix some ingredients and do whatever Starbucks people do.
"Cassie," He whispered a moment later, handing the cup to me. Our fingers brushed, and my heart flew. I looked at the cup and saw that it said,
"Cassie, call me. 406-435-7563."
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White Daisies
Short Story❝Sometimes all you need is love.❞ A girl and a boy. They fall in love, of course. But what does the girl receive? White daisies and love. As they fall in love, watch as their story and journey grow. [#694 in Short Story]