Mark's Pov
I walk through my empty dorm, i guess everyone left already. Since I'm alone I take this time to relax and do some writing. After an hour or so I deside it would probably be a good idea to actually get around and do something productive. Once I'm dressed in my usual, hoodie, basketball shorts and hat, I relize we really don't have any food in the house, i walk down to the store. 'Fuck'. I think to myself for forgetting to make a list of what we need. Oh well I guess I'll just get whatever. Once I get done with getting food and taking it home, I grab my notebook and laptop and walk down the road to a little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that I had usually got coffee from. Once I find an empty table in the corner I place my bag on the table and get settled before going to place my order. I walk up to the counter and nodice the barista isn't the normal guy who works here. Insted it was a (y/h/c) girl who looked semi familiar. "Hi, welcome to (coffee shop name),
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how may i help you?" Her voice was soft and sweet. "Uh, yeah can i get an iced mocha with a shot of espresso?" I place my order, getting my usual. "Sure thing, can i get a name for the order?" "Mark." I reply plainly, just trying to hurry up so i could work on my essat that was due. "Alright it'll be out in just a few." She smiled sweetly at me. I smile back and sit in the corner. I wonder where I've seen her from?
