He would walk in, phone in hand. Earphone in ear.
He would order the same drink: Pumpkin Latte with Whipped Cream.
He would pay, sit down, and flick through Facebook on his phone.
He would eat the whipped cream, thank the waitress, then leave.
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Pumpkin Lattes And Whipped Cream ○ A Calum Hood Short Story
NouvellesThe same drink, the same boy, the same short exchange between him and the waitress: 'The usual?' 'Please.'
