Math tells us three of the saddest love stories.
Parallel Lines, which were never meant to meet.
She's manning the cash register when one of their baristas sidles up to her.
"Meng is here."
The young lady orders a caramel macchiato before taking her usual spot by the window.
"Then RJ can't be too far behind."
Five minutes later, the young man arrives, orders brewed coffee and plops down on the couch beside their display stand.
The barista sighs. "Those two should get together. They'd make beautiful babies."
Another barista joins them. "Not happening. RJ's seeing someone. Julie something. And I hear Meng just got her heart broken."
It's the cashier's turn to sigh. "Maybe one day."
