we strolled through downtown;
your hands still in your jackets pockets
while my right arm looped in yours.
you took me to a little coffee shop
i never knew existed.
it was some hole in the wall place
so i’m really not surprised i missed it.
we sat in a booth and the barista
seemed to already know your name and order.
did you come here often?
taking it upon yourself,
you ordered for me and i smiled at your
actions of being a gentleman
but my smile fell when you ordered me tea.
i only drink coffee.
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Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
