( this book is old and i gave up cause I'm ready to start a new book that has more details instead of this one.)
decided to go to the café and look for a job online. i took a bath and wore a black shirt, white ripped jeans and black converse. i took my laptop, notebook and , and my compass and made sure that i locked the door.
i plugged in my earphones and listened to my playlist.
i finally arrived at the café sat at the window side and order a cappuccino and a blueberry doughnut. i took out my laptop, and finished writing my book. yes, i write books. i mostly write horror stories instead of love stories because i don't know what that feeling feels like.
the sound of people talking and laughing echoed the room. the smell of coffee filled my nose. suddenly, i heard a thud. i look out the window, and saw ethan, the guy who gave me my compass.
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compass °• ethan dolan
Short Story❝It's funny how a compass brought us. I was actually expecting us bumping into each other or something more romantic.❞ C O M P L E T E D
