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Nice, France - 5, August 2018.

Febe could kill for a good coffee. A really good one, but at their hotel in Nice the coffee was as good as the sewage, but her mornings always started with a good americano perhaps? 
So when she didn't get her morning dose of it, she was really grumpy, and her twin sister, Esmee even dared to laugh at her, before she suggested Febe to visit the Starbucks near the restaurant of their hotel.
"I'm going to be quick." She stated while she was gone from the building where they had breakfast. Her parents didn't really mind it as they ate the food with a slow pace always, especilly on holidays, and the girls always ended up with waiting for them more than half an hour.

As Febe stepped into the café, she smelled the delicious coffee aroma around the place, and she didn't even care about the long queue in front of the cash desk. In this environment, she waited with a good mood. She got lost in her own thoughts, but the blonde girl behind the counter coughed at her not to hold up the people behind her. 
"Sorry, I'd like to have a Caffee Americano in a middle size." She smiled at her, but the young adult wasn't as enthusiastic as her.
"Your name?"
"Febe." She said, and wanted to help her with spelling, but the blond only nodded, and handed the cup to her colleague. Febe shrugged it off, she was used to read her name with a wrong spelling as she was Dutch, she paid and moved on to the other side of the room waiting for her drink. 

This kind of waiting didn't take as long as she thought though, and the next minute she heard her name being called, of course with a wrong pronunciation, and she moved closer to the desk. But as she reached for the coffee, she saw also another hand coming to the cup's way.
"Sorry, but that's mine, actually." A young boy looked at her with a confused expression on her face as he talked to her in English. 
"No, it's a middle Americano with a name Phoebe."
"Yes, exactly, it's mine." They both still hold the papercup, which didn't have the cap on it, it was in Febe's hand, and as it seemed, they both didn't seem to let it go.
"No, they spell my name in a wrong way always, but I'm quite sure, they were thinking about me, not you." Febe started to get a little bit annoyed with the boy as she couldn't get her coffee, she needed so much. 
"Yes, but I also ordered one."
"With the name, Phoebe? It's a girl's name, it's mine." She pulled at the cup one more, warning the boy with her eyes to let her take it, but as the other person also hold it strongly, the drink landed on partly on her shirt and partly on the boy's white shoes. "O mijn God!" She sweared in Dutch as she looked at the boy with big eyes. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to spill it on you."
The boy still looked at her with a frown, as she bent down with a few napkins, and tried to mop the coffee off his shoes.
"It's okay, it's okay, come." He eventually found his voice, waved her off and offered her a hand to help her up from the floor. The worker of the Starbucks found this moment a perfect one to call the next guest.
"Febe with a middle Americano?" The mentioned girl started to feel as red as a Ferrari, when she heard her name being pronounced in the right way, and she also realised that the boy was right the whole time. She reached for her cup still with a blush on her face, and tried to avoid the boy's eyes, but he didn't feel as uncomfortable as she did.
"It's my mother's order, her name is Phoebe." He grinned searching Febe's regard, but she refused to look at him. They stood in an awkward silent for a while. "I'm sorry for your shirt."
"You don't need to be sorry. I'm the one, who made a fool of herself." She sighed as she started to walk out of the café. The nameless boy followed her. 
"I understand it, you fought for your coffee dose." He chuckled, and now Febe joined.
"Though your mother won't get a whole coffee, here, take it." She reached out to give him the price of the drink, and she tried to look into his eyes. Oh, she shouldn't have, those light brown eyes!
"I can't accept money from you, are you kidding me?" He started to laugh, but when he saw her serious expression, he stopped. "No, really. I'm not going to take your money." She felt so embarrassed first because of the coffee and now because of the situation. He probably saw that, because he sighed and opened up the cap of the cup, that he put on it after Febe glimmed it on them. "Look, only a little missing. She wouldn't even found it out. I get your back." She looked up at him with an apologetical smile.
"Thanks, and I'm really sorry, again."
"No problem. I hope it'll come out from your shirt."
"It'll be all right, I'm sure. It was nice to meet you." She gave her a wave and started to walk away, but as she wanted to run across the street, he yelled after her, so Febe stopped after a few steps.
"Your name. Febe, right?"
"Yes, Febe Braam." She smiled and reached her hand out.
"Lando Norris, it was a pleasure to meet you." She started to laugh while she crossed the street holding her cup tightly.

A smile was still across her face when she entered the restaurant part of the hotel, and started to walk to their table. Esmee reared her head when she noticed her coming to them, and her face fell as she looked at her.
"Febe, what the hell happened to you?" She frowned at her sister's shirt, and Febe followed her gaze.
"Oh, this? Nothing, just a little accident." She waved her off, and sat down again. Her parents and Esmee shared a look, but they didn't continue the talking. And Febe was okay with that, she was happily drinking her coffee, when she heard her phone beeping.

She recieved an Instagram notification:

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