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[6]

                I hadn’t been coming to Ben’s Burgers for the past week because I had a horrible cold. Now that it was less severe, I walked out at one.

“What’s this?” I asked when I saw the paper cup in front of the stool four seats away from Coffee Boy.

                “Coffee.”

“Yes, thanks you. I can see that. But why?”

“You shouldn’t have just a burger and fries with a cold,” Coffee Boy informed me with his nice voice.

“How’d you know I would come tonight?” I asked.

“I've been getting two every night this week.”

I blinked and sat down, taking a sip from the cup.

“This coffee is terrible,” I told him. He nods in agreement.

“How can you stand drinking it every night?” I looked at him incredulously.

“It keeps me awake. That’s all that matters. And, plus, it’s a habit now.”

“Do you want to come to my dorm for better coffee?” I asked without giving my mouth permission. But I could see why it had said those words aloud. Jane was visiting her family and I did have better coffee in my room. Coffee Boy acted as if this was a normal question to be coming from an almost complete stranger.

“Okay,” he said. I blinked.

“Okay,” I said.

Then I led him out into the cigarette air and walked back to the dorms. I unlocked the door with my key and held the door open as he slipped by me. He could be a serial killer for all I knew, but I felt like I could trust him despite the short time we had known each other. I gestured for him to sit on my bed, which he did, and then moved to make the better coffee in our coffee maker. I poured it into two mugs and gave him one.

                “You’re not going to kill me, are you?” I ask, only half-joking. And then the corners of Coffee Boy’s mouth tipped up and my heart beat faster than I knew it could. Coffee Boy had smiled. He had smiled.

                “No. Who would make me good coffee, then?” he said.

                “You should smile more often,” I inform him and he looks at me. “You have a nice smile. Not a lot of people do, you know.”

                “Yeah?” he raised his eyebrows at me, mouth still quirked up. I nodded, taking a sip of the hot drink. When he finished his coffee, he stood up, rinsed the mug out in the bathroom sink and placed it rim down on a towel beside the coffee maker. “Thanks for the good coffee.”

I nodded. And then I realized that Ben’s Burgers was his place and my dorm was my place, so I should be the one to tell him good night.

                “Good night,” I said as he opened the door.

                “Good night,” he responded, shutting the door behind him.

A/N:

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