Penelope was smiling. In the first time in a while, she had a genuine wide smile spread across her face.
She stared at her feet, as she thought back to what happened in the cafe.
A laugh escaped her mouth and she closed her eyes, letting herself laugh to her own content.
People walking by thought she was crazy laughing on her own, leaning on the wall behind her as she waited for the bus to arrive.
But she didn't care. She just kept on replaying that one scene in her head.
The way he reacted. The way he blushed a fiery red. The way his cute brown orbs stared at her in embarrassment.
And as the bus arrived so did a thought.
She still doesn't know his name.
Determined to change that soon, she stepped into the bus.
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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.
