The next day I asked Luke what he was reading. He smirked. A book, he replied.
I asked what it was about, but he wouldn't answer. I assumed he didn't hear me over his book.
When I turned around to leave he softly said Not reality.
I wondered what he meant by that.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Coffee
Teen FictionEvery morning most people around the world will begin their day with coffee. Some drink gourmet; others a cheap cup. That is why I love working at an old coffee shop. Although there's not an abundance of customers, it is my favorite place. Every p...
