jasper | part two

"Hey Jasper, I got your shit here," I called out, placing the coffee on the marble bench. "If you don't hurry I'll gladly drink it, I need it. That taxi driver was a fucking douche."

"You better not."

I turned to find Jasper leaning against the wall.

My eyes grazed his body. Pyjamas, bed hair and tired eyes. I wasn't expecting anything more.

He strolled over to the bench and grabbed the coffee. "What was wrong with the taxi driver?"

I pouted. "He looked at me funny."

He raised a brow, the coffee cup to his lips. "You're delusional--- fuck, that's good coffee."

"It was ten dollars, you'd fucking hope so," I muttered.

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The continuation of Laurens Sanders sad life. Buckle up.