Kirsten glanced down at her iced mocha latte and notice the angry black sharpie scribbles smearing the side of her cup yet again. She run a frustrated hand through her hair and furrowed her brows in confusion. Is it really so hard to write down a iced mocha grande? Glancing up I see the boy in the green apron attending to another drink order.
"Hey" She called, his head flicked up and he raised his eyebrows at her pausing.
"Is it really so hard to write down what I order? I get the same thing everyday?" He hung his head and reached his hands into his apron pockets. He held up a finger to her, signaling to wait. She tapped my foot in impatience and frustration for the wait. She waited for him to finish the coffee order and he walked over to where she waited impatiently holding her scribbled cup.
"Well?" She prompted impatiently, analyzing her cup disdainfully.
"Look I know your order by heart," he pauses and runs a hand through his messy blonde hair,
"I just . . . I've just written my number next to your order but backed out every time . . ."
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the girls of the boys
Fanfictionthis is my personal fanfic for my bestfriends and i. ❤️ i will be updating it but you dont have to read bc it is really for them and me.
