cold coffee; clifford

chai latte

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.