The Coffee Shop

Two stories intertwine for a few minutes every day. A short story, written from the perspective of a barista at a local coffee house.

The Beta Cancri Queen

And I knew I was done for, as he carried me in his two arms and before I knew it, I was in another black London cab. He just kidnapped me... and no one noticed through his smart move. He did this on purpose, so that we looked like a couple, so that we did not look suspicious. What was worse, is that I was trapped. I c...