It would happen day after day. Again and again: 'The usual?' The waitress would ask, and the dark haired boy would nod.
'Please.'
His thumb moved fluently over his screen, as the girl watched from behind the counter.
'Why does he leave the latte?' The girl would ponder.
Once again, the guy stood up to leave.
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Pumpkin Lattes And Whipped Cream ○ A Calum Hood Short Story
Truyện NgắnThe same drink, the same boy, the same short exchange between him and the waitress: 'The usual?' 'Please.'
