Chapter three-Sam's POV:

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I'm not very good at writing from a boys POV I'm really sorry, hopefully it isn't that bad😂
🌿listen to How Big How Blue How Beautiful by Florance and the Machine while reading this piece🌿
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After college I had to jump into my barista uniform as my shift was in 20 minutes. On my way out as I streamed through some of the rooms of the bottom floor; in the kitchen I grabbed a couple of grapes, in the dining room I picked up my penny board and in the living room I pecked my little sisters head and clicked at my little brother, "Stay cool." He giggled and attempted to click back. I kept jogging until I got to the door, I popped my last grape into my mouth and picked up my keys running them around my finger. I hopped down the steps of my house and threw my board down, skating along the stretch of my street.
Once I had got to the coffee shop where I worked, my friend Jc was just finishing his shift. I slapped his hand as he casually left. I then skipped behind the counter and began my shift. Every chance I got, I checked the clock. Although it was only a couple of hours it had felt like an eternity.
It was now 4:30pm and she was here again, just on time. I greeted her with a smile but she looked straight through me. She ordered her usual; a large mocha and sat by the window overseeing the busy city.

I always get to know my regulars but this one, she was different

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I always get to know my regulars but this one, she was different. She's never spoken- yet she would stay 'til dark watching American horror story on her small screen. I decided today would be the day, I was going to talk to her.
I brushed my hands off on the stained chocolate brown cloth hanging over the third coffee machine. My head was spinning, so much was riding on this first introduction nevertheless I'm usually cool and collected though this girl made me giddy and self conscious. The sun shined through the glass and highlighted her pale face, her eyes were large orbs of greens and blues, I could get lost in them for days. She had pink rouged lips, thick and perky, I couldn't get hold of myself. And so after some self prep talking I took a deep breath I made my way over.
I straightened myself up anxiously and took another step closer to her until I bottled it and played it out smoothly by rotating to my left and casually strolling off. I instantly regretted it.
What a knob.
I've never felt so exposed yet so uplifted around someone and still she hasn't even said one word to me. So I clenched my fists and squinted, turning around slowly I awkwardly walked over.
I could feel my face burning up.
Patting my hands together as a distraction and a comforting way to handle my nerves, I peered over her should and cleared my throat,
Here goes nothing...

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