He was there today, like every other day. Sitting at the very end of the cafe, staring at the petite blonde in front of him.
Like always, he tentatively watched as she animatedly spoke. He laughed when she said something funny, grunted in disapproval when she said something wrong, and teased her with pet names.
His eyes never left her face. And all these signs pointed to only one thing. He was in love.
He was always on cloud nine around her. A lazy smile grazing his features whenever she was there with him. And a thousand emotions danced in his eyes.
Never misusing the opportunity, he would grab her hand. There was always a skip in his step when she was walking with him. And a giddy smile on his face when she hugged him.
It was love. He was sure of it.
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Latte Love
Short StoryA girl who loves a guy from behind the counter. A guy who now carries around a broken heart. And a cup of vanilla latte.
