bellajadejones
The sign read 'World's Best Coffee', I knew it wasn't the case judging but the exterior of the building, I didn't mind though, I let the flickering neon light above the complex manipulate me to go inside. Apparently it was something I did too often, trust. I just had the trust that this was going to be the world's best cup of coffee despite the obvious red flags; distressed paint, cheep furniture and the lack of customers. Just like Tom I guess.. he and the 'World's Best Coffee' simply seemed too good to be true. Tom was a boy, well a man that I met when I was in the city. It was strange, I wasn't the kind of girl that didn't really do the whole 'dating thing' and when I did, the guys were nothing like Tom and ever since I met him he hasn't escaped my thoughts. Was I in love? No way I couldn't be, not me, well..