We go to Costa first. I bring out my purse, ready to pay for our drinks, but Chris leans over the counter and gives the tenner to the woman behind.
"What do you want?" he asks, as though we have all the time in the world to choose. Which we don't: people in the queue are already glaring at us, wishing to sit down with their lattes or coffees or hot chocolates.
"A chocolate cooler, please," I say.
He looks up at the drinks board.
"A small one," I add.
"Are they nice?" he says suddenly.
"What?" I ask, caught off guard for a couple of seconds. "Oh. Yes, they are."
"Two." He glances at me. "Two chocolate creamy coolers. Large."
I open my mouth to object, but the woman is already putting the money away and calling for the large creamy coolers. Chris winks at me and we select our table, by the window.
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Unspoken Desires
RomantikThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
