phil:) | meet me at the cafe were that blonde haired girl fell over that one time, we need to talk.
dan couldn't help but laugh, he didn't want to though, he was mad with phil, but maybe phil wanted to meet up to talk about it all, or maybe just kick dan out of his life once and for all.
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dan walked to the small cafe, it was orange and yellow with large windows, and inside it just got more beautiful.
phil was there, sitting looking down at the steaming cup of presumably hot coffee, there was another cup there to.
dan sat down, he didn't know what to say. he thought of the text phil sent and that felt like a good place to start.
"the cafe where that blonde haired girl fell over that one time.. really? that was your description?" dan giggled a little just hearing it.
phil's lips curled into a small smile.
"i forgot what it was called." phil explained.
silence fell again.
From outside, the sound of an occasional passing car momentarily interrupts the quiet.
"you wanted to talk?" dan disturbs the awkward silence.
"oh, yeah."
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