'The pumpkin latte that you don't like, I assume?' The girl asked.
'Yeah, please.'
She handed him the drink, and their eyes locked for a mere second. She looked over her shoulder. 'I should clean up that table...'
She cleaned up that table, and shortly returned to the now empty table of where the boy was previously sat.
Before dropping his glass in the sink, she noticed something at the bottom: a note.
Call me- 07693126246.
She smiled.
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Pumpkin Lattes And Whipped Cream ○ A Calum Hood Short Story
Historia CortaThe same drink, the same boy, the same short exchange between him and the waitress: 'The usual?' 'Please.'
