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"Fuck fuckity fucker fuck!"

Anne, a college student living in a small town, mumbled out strings of profanity as she briskly crossed the street to her favorite coffee shop.

Most people enjoyed Starbucks, but that was too expensive for Anne, a coffee addict who can easily down too many cups of coffee in one go.

She walked under the awning with a sign that read "𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝒻𝑒". A generic name, but the inside was aesthetically pleasing, the coffee was inexpensive, and the service was quick.

Anne sighed in relief once she entered the shop. She had woken up later than usual and was afraid she would have to wait in a line for her coffee - which was why she had been swearing - but since the shop was small and unpopular, it was practically empty.

She smiled and walked to the counter. When the girl working behind it turned around, Anne immediately saw that she was new. Then Anne's eyes widened, a small blush crept on her face, and her heart started beating erratically. 

The barista was fucking gorgeous.

Anne didn't know what had taken her breath away and left her in daze. Whether it was the long dark eyelashes, pale almost milky white skin, or slight mischievous upturn of the mouth, Anne did not know. 

All she could think was, How can someone be this beautiful? And why couldn't God have given me this attractiveness? Is it because I'm a coffee addict? Or wait, he's probably racist.

"Uhm, excuse me?" the barista asked. 

Anne partly snapped back to reality, still in a slight dream-like state over the barista's looks. "Yeah?"

"I asked what you wanted to order?" the barista, 'Natalie' it said on her name tag, giggled.

"Oh! U-uh," Anne stammered, sucked back into her daze again as the heavenly sound entered her ears.

That giggle, oh shit, I've never heard something so cute and so hot (a/n: aye, where my blinks at), oh shit oh shit, how the hell does she do this, why the shit am I so flustered , oh shit oh shit oh shit, this is so fucking cheesy tf is wrong with me, but oh shit can i set that giggle as my ringtone because holy shit, wait no one even calls me they just spam text, god fucking dammit i need to hear this giggle every fucking day of my life, it might be better than coffee.

"The uh - fuckin - uh.. oh! Pumpkin shit latte! Uh, spice. Trenta please," Anne replied, stumbling through her words like a mess and causing Natalie to giggle more. 

Although she was embarrassed, Anne felt a warm satisfaction when she heard the godly sound again. The fact that Anne was the one who caused it made it even better.

"And what's your name?" Natalie asked once she recovered from her fit. She held a sharpie to a trenta cup, blinking expectantly at Anne.

Anne felt like she was watching someone fluttering their eyelashes in slow motion and holy hell was it the most beautiful thing she'd seen. 

"Anne," she said.

Natalie scribbled the four letters while grinning. Anne had a mini asthma attack when Natalie's pearly white teeth were fully exposed and her wide brown eyes sparkled. "Your coffee will be ready in a few minutes!"

Anne nodded and walked away to sit at one of the small round marble tables. She groaned and scolded herself for being so awkward. She had small crushes before, but she had never acted so humiliating, and those crushes had never affected her the way Natalie just did.

In fact, Anne was barely an emotional being. Sure she screamed a lot and got sad over animes, but feeling feelings for others and having real live people effect her in any way never happened. She only got like that over fictional characters.

So why the fuck was Anne's heart still beating, and why the fuck did every little thing Natalie do have this huge effect on her?

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