Hey guys! Sorry about the late update!! I've been busy with school, but I should get more free time next week. We are testing, (right around my birthday too!) but I might get some free time on Tuesday. I hope you guys like the chapter!
February 5th
To My Freckled Angel: John?
To My Freckled Angel: John? Are you okay??
I sighed as I sent both texts. After a minute, the word "read" showed up, but of course, there was no response.
I walked into the café and got in line to order my usual Espresso.
I had decided I might as well try to lift my spirits with coffee, and if I ever saw you there, well, that's a plus.
I took my drink from the barista, it was Peggy this time, and gave her a smile before walking over to my usual seat.
I pulled out my laptop that I'd brought with me and started to write.
I hear the doorbell jingle, but I decided not to look up for the following reasons:
- Every time I've looked at the door since I've been sitting here for the last hour, I've been disappointed.
- I was really into my writing (which I now realize is an invalid reason because when am I not?)
- If it was you, then I would look desperate (And Alexander Hamilton doesn't look desperate.)
While I was listing off reason in my head for the justification of not looking at the door, I heard a familiar voice say, "Hi, can I have a mocha latte? Iced please."
It was you!
I turned around quickly to see you sitting at a seat along the bar waiting for his drink.
I was ecstatic— no, overjoyed! I can't find a word to express how happy I was to see you alive and well.
(I may or may not have considered your hospitalization or sudden death to be the reason you haven't responded to my texts. Don't judge me.)
I needed to talk to you before you left, to make this was real and not the effects of drinking too much caffeine with little sleep.
"One iced mocha latte for a Mr. Laurens!" You looked up and walked over to receive your drink.
I had to act quickly.
I scrambled out of my seat, the loud sound drawing some attention, and moved towards you.
I saw you look up at the sound. You looked pale all of a sudden.
I paused in confusion at that and in this time you grabbed your drink, randomly place come money on the counter as a tip, and speed walked (more like ran) to the door.
I tried to call out, "Wait!"
You were already gone.
Well, at least John is alright. But apparently he's avoiding Alex??? Why? Well, you'll find out in the next update! Bye!
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