Five

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"Hey, uh, sorry for being to forward yesterday."

I look up. Pretty boy is standing there, his hair curly, one hand scratching the back of his head.

"What can I get you?" I ask, not addressing the actually conversation.

"A 20 ounce caramel Caffè mocha."

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