Going to the cafe had become a routine. And since last year, an hour everyday was spent there.
They would talk, eat, and talk some more.
He enjoyed every minute of it. Sipping on his pumpkin spice latte as he watched her rant. It was her favorite drink, and that alone made him smile.
He would look at her face as if trying to remember every single detail. Her pin straight blonde hair, her green eyes, and her pink plump lips. She was beautiful.
And he couldn't help but compliment her every time. Awaiting the blush that would shortly follow his comment.
He was happy. He had her. Everything was okay.
But not everything lasts for long.
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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.
