Part 48: Starbucks Boy

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Yawning, I walk into the Starbucks. I got in line, studying the menu. By the time I had got to the front, I hadn't even looked away from it. The cashier cleared his throat. 

"Excuse me, can I help you?" He asked, politely. I looked down from the menu to see a hot guy, maybe mid twenties. He had mocha brown eyes, which is ironic considering I was going to get a mocha coffee. I ordered my drink and gave him my name, and as I walked away I swore I saw him scribble something else on the cup. I ignored it and waited for them to call an odd pronunciation of my name. 

"Y/N?" They finally called and I grabbed the cup from his hand and took a big sip. Then I saw something on the cup. I looked at it and concluded that it was a phone number. I looked towards the cashier, and noticed he was smiling and looking directly at me. 

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