every saturday the red-haired boy came,
ordered his cappuccino,
wrote in his notebook,
and then left.
he was interesting
and i was determined to talk to him.
so, when he showed up today, i did.
"what's your name?" i asked, scanning over him.
he looked shocked that i didn't ask for his order as usual,
but quickly regained his composure.
"michael."
"why do you always order cappuccinos?"
"because i like them."
"why not something else for once?"
"because i like cappuccinos."
i huffed, crossing my arms, and glared at him.
"fine, what do you suggest then?" he sighed.
"how about a chai latte?"
"alright, i'll have one then."
"good."
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A/N: This story gets me all happy, I can't wait for you guys to see what happens later on :) Comment any suggestions or things that I need to fix since I'm not the best writer in the world.
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cold coffee; clifford
Fanfictiontwo young, sad souls brought together by coffee. lowercase intended © suicidalhemmings