"Kelly, fetch me a caramel latte. I'm in desperate need. Oh, and be back ASAP because I've got a meeting in 15 minutes." Kelly immediately pulled on her jacket, blew a piece of her hair out of her face with a frustrated breath, and braced herself for the chilly walk to the local coffee shop, Busy Beans.
Busy Beans was, as the name depicts, busy. Finally, after wasting five precious minutes of watching people change their minds about fifty times before they placed their final order, it was her turn. "One medium caramel latte, please."
After receiving her boss's precious caramel latte, Kelly rushed out of the shop and along the sidewalk, walking as fast as her legs would allow, and careful not to spill the coffee she held in her hand. She had finally landed her dream internship, but what was she learning? How to order coffee?
"Great, I'm gonna be the world's best coffee fetcher by the end of this internship," she spoke to herself. In frustration, she dropped the change, a five-dollar bill and some pennies, the cashier had given her. She left it behind. writing your story
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Lincoln's Journey
Короткий рассказIn the hands of five people, a five-dollar bill is cherished, disgraced, and everything in between.
