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I walked through the empty campus on a foggy late winter morning. We were in that awkward period between winter and spring. The weather couldn't decide how it wanted to be quiet yet. So it came to a foggy mix do to the cold air hiving the hot pavement, that's Mackenzie's environmental major hard at work all while boring me to tears.
Most people chose not to have morning class so everyday I had a pleasantly quiet walk to creative writing, unless Mackenzie and Zoey found me. Then they had a natural talent to wake me up before class. Although, even Mackenzie didn't want to deal with Jason Marbles today, so she stayed home to sleep an extra half hour.
Jason was apparently a high school player that never got out of the game and Mackenzie didn't want to be anywhere near that. She was hurt in the past, that's one of the things that allowed us to connect so easily. Although, her problem was with a player, which is why she couldn't be around Jason. She thought he changed for her, but he didn't and broken her to pieces. Even if it was a rumor that Jason was still a player, she wanted nothing to do with it.
I would just have to make it clear that I wasn't looking for a date and then put up with him. Although, even as I walked up to the on campus coffee shop I could see that he wasn't going to give it up. He had some blonde girl with him and when he saw me he quickly got rid of her, hoping I wouldn't see and then sat down at a different table.
"This is going to be a lot of fun." I sarcastically said to myself.
Jason politely got up to shake my hand, but I sidestepped him to go get my coffee. I didn't want to even think about where his hands have been earlier this morning. Probably up that blonde's skirt if I had to take a guess and I didn't want those germs on me.
The coffee shop was set up with and L shaped bar with tables filling the rest of the area. There was almost a whole wall made of windows so that customers could feel like they were outside without being outside. It also probably helped them save on lighting, but from a psychology major it was the outdoor thing. Individuals just liked being outside and seeing the nature, it was relaxing for the body.
I walked up to the barista and ordered," I'll have a hazelnut cream with eight sugars. Thanks."
"Wow, you'll be jumping off the wall all day. Your professors are going to hate me." The barista said with a soft laugh in her voice. She had short brown hair that framed her diamond shaped face perfectly. She was so pretty and seemed like she didn't know it.
"What can I say? It's just so good!"
"That's why there's a coffee addiction. For people just like you who put more that two sugars in a cup of coffee, that's already caffeinated."
"Well, as a psychology major I will probably investigate that one day in a case study. Although, the addiction explains why I don't care that I crash from my sugar high four hours later."
"It's a psychological problem." She said with a smirk. She was being clever, that showed a lot about her character to be so easy going with someone she barely knew. I could see why she was the main person that interacted with the customers; she was friendly.
"Let me guess nursing major?" I said jokingly.
"Ouch. That's just mean to nurses everywhere. I may be nice, but I have very little patience for people." She said rolling her eyes as she added the caramel to my drink.
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