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My name is Emily Stone, but people usually call me Emma or just Em.

It was a typical day, my alarm went off and i got dressed. I picked out a burgundy blouse along with black skinny jeans.
I quickly rushed to the washroom and brushed my hair and teeth, followed by doing my makeup. Soon after, I walked to the door and grabbed my purse and apron for work.
I headed out the door and yelled a quick goodbye to my cat. I locked up and jogged two blocks, finally arriving. I walked in and shooed Sandra, my co-worker away from the register and began taking orders.
I filled two vanilla bean caps and handed them to the costumer, waving and then sitting on the counter. I took my phone out of my pocket, reading the time, 11:11am. I pondered for a moment. 'I hope a cute guy comes in so I can drool about him'. I thought, looking through my news feeds.
I clicked onto snapchat and took a quick photo, adding the dog filter and posting it. I checked it out again and saw a guy in the background, he was in the parking lot. And dang, was he cute. Wish come true.
I locked my phone and stuffed it back into my pocket and turned around. I looked around and saw him sitting on his bike, phone in hand. He looked like he was upset or something, which made me feel curious as to what for. I leaned over the counter and watched over my phone screen, so it wouldn't look obvious that I was staring.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, Sandra. "I see you looking at that hottie." I could here the smirk in her voice. I shook my head. "Noo, I'm looking at my phone, see?" I said, turning around and showing her the screen. "There's nothing there, dearie." She laughed and turned to make another cup of something. I looked at my phone and the screen was black. Oops, got caught. I laughed at myself.
I heard one of my favourite songs come on and started moving around a bit more. I went into the back to grab more lids and straws, but when I came out, the man wasn't on his bike anymore. I frowned and passed a drink and muffin to a costumer, waving and wishing them a good day.
The costumer nodded with a smile and turned, walking to a booth and talking a seat. They pulled a laptop out of their bag and started typing. I looked around the shop, taking a sip of my mocha and turned, leaning against the counter.
I heard a door open and looked to see who it was. It was the man, walking out of the restroom. I mentally swooned and watched him make his way to a chair. He had a newspaper on his table. He opened it up and skimmed through the pages, he stopped and had a face of, anger?
I squinted my eyes, trying to get a glimpse of what he was looking at, to no avail. He scratched his neck and scrunched up the page, placing it in his pocket.
He turned his head to look around and caught my eyes. I quickly looked away to Sandra, watching her take the freshly baked cookies and place them on a counter. I walked over and picked one up, gaining a a joking glare from her. I laughed and took a bite, burning my tongue but eating it anyway. I turned to look at the guy again and caught him staring, he looked down at his phone with a smirk plastered on his face.
I shook my head and plugged in my headphones, going to YouTube and looking through the news section. There was a video of a man in the distance, in combat with Captain America. He was dressed in a full black body suit, and had a metal arm. He looked strangely similar to the man I was lurking at. I shook my head again and put on a different video. A 'try not to laugh' compilation. I smiled and couldn't help but laugh at a few of the videos. I was interrupted by the sound of a cough, I looked up to see a younger girl, tapping her foot.
I apologised quickly and asked her what she wanted. She looked down on her phone and I internally sighed.

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