november 14th, 7:00am
i see you, rush into the coffee house; a mop of sandy curls matted down to your forehead.
You run in out of breath, your shirt wet showing off your sculpted body.
You catch your breath for a bit and look up and catch my eye
You smile a wide grin and walk towards the counter
"a lemon tea please"
"this is a coffee house"
Your ears redden and your confident wall breaks down a bit.
Little did i know this was the first of many broken things.
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Lemon Tea | ✓
Short Storythe story of a boy who liked lemon tea and a girl who made latte lowercase intended status : complete #108 in short story 04/10/16
