"You know, I hate it when you don't put the 'I' as a capital."
"I know, that's why it's a lowercase."
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She writes love letters to her best friend, but never sends them.
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Sitting in the corner of a coffee shop, Rona is stressing about her ten paragraph essay that is due by the end of the week, which leaves her with five days.
With a sigh, Rona opens up her laptop and plugs in her ear buds to get some work done. Staring at her blank document, Rona can't think of a way to start her first paragraph. Rona decides to get up from her seat and makes her way to order a hot chocolate.
There are a few people ahead of Rona, giving her time to rehearse her order in her head. Rona broke out of her practicing when loud voices come booming into the shop. Rona turns around and spots the boy from the mall she ran into with one of his friends.
"Oh fuck." Rona mumbles under her breath, turning around quickly. Rona hopes that Nico is not with them as she makes sure not to turn around.
Rona is next in line when the two boys line up behind her.
"Yo, where's Nico?" Michael asks Taylor.
"He's taking a picture with a few kids." Taylor responded and Rona's heartbeat increased.
"Next in line!" The barista called out, grabbing Rona's attention.
"Ca-an I get, uh a small hot chocolate." Rona stutters, even though she's rehearsed her order over ten times in her head.
"Sure, can I get a name for that order?"
"Rona."
Rona then paid the barista for her drink then quickly shuffled away to wait for her order.
As Rona was waiting, she got a text from Mosana.
Hey, you wanna come to a hockey game with Larissa and I tonight? I got an extra ticket.
Rona sighs not knowing what to do. It's either she writes her essay so she could be done faster, or she could go to a hockey game and let lose.
"Fuck it." Rona mumbles under her breath as she types a quick sure.
"Small hot chocolate for Rona?" The barista calls out. Rona then walks towards the counter and snatches her order.
"Thank you." Rona says before she walks back to her little corner.
With the help of her hot chocolate, Rona was able to write two paragraphs, before the bell at the entrance of the shop dinged, making Rona turn her head.
