Obviously I had to get out before you deemed me as a creep.
After school, I studied in the library but all I could think of was you.
I decided to just screw my homework and go to the cafe.
When I walked in to the cafe, she was there at a table. Smiling at a customer while she served her her drinks.
I noticed her right hand was shaking a bit.
She suddenly locked eyes with me and she scowled at me before coming right up to me.
"What are you doing here?"
"Don't tell me I can't even enjoy a cup of coffee?"
She glared at me and stalked off to the kitchen.
I fought back a smile, following her like a lost puppy.
When she realized that I was following behind her, she turned and her big brown eyes widened.
"You're not allowed to be in the kitchen!" She hissed.
"I'm allowed when it's my mum's kitchen you're talking about." I smirked and looked at her response.
She gaped. "Th-this is your mother's cafe?"
"Technically mine too."
"That's impossible.." She muttered, her head shaking.
"Anything is possible, Darling."
"Ew don't call me that. "
"I'll call you whatever I want. "
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The Girl who wears Sweater
Short Story"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
