Coffee Shop Conversations | ✓

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"jack":

stop by the shop on your way home. maybe something to help you feel better?

sent 12:39 pm

read 3:15 pm

"hey, frank."

"hey, amelia! give me a second." i stand there waiting as he whips something up in his machines, listening to the quiet din of the coffee shop customers chatting. 

at lunch today, i told boyce and cam that i wasn't really in the mood to hang out today and i felt horrible when i saw their faces. i felt like my parents.

"here. it's a salted caramel iced coffee," he says, giving me my reusable plastic cup.

"thanks."

"hope you cheer up."

"hope i do, too." 

i sit down alone today at a booth somewhere in the corner and take a sip of the drink.

the salt reminds me of the ocean air i never got to taste, but i push that aside and focus on the sweetness of the caramel instead.

amelia:

thanks for the drink.

sent 3:27 pm

"jack":

wanna talk about it?

sent 3:31 pm

amelia:

no. i hope you understand. talking about it isn't going to fix it.

sent 3:32 pm

"jack": 

i understand more than you know. i hope it gets better, amelia. take care.

sent 3:40 pm

read 3:59 am