Saturday Afternoons

Saturday Afternoons

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"Thanks for the coffee," He glanced at my white shirt where my name tag was pinned. "Alyssa." He smiled, his dimples showing. "I should go." I blushed slightly, hearing my name roll off his tongue. Next thing I know it he's almost out the door. "Ah, screw it." I muttered to myself before calling out, "Wait!" He turned around, his golden eyes meeting mine. "Yes, Alyssa?" Gosh, he really needed to stop saying my name like that. I approached him with a newfound confidence. "Now you know my name, it's only fair that I get to know yours." The guy smirked, he leaned his arm against the door handle. "Why not?" I stayed quiet, anticipating his next words. The smirking boy's eyes stayed amused. "My name's Parker." With that, he was gone. --- Where an adventurous yet shy boy and a reserved but ambitious girl get to know each other every Saturday afternoon.
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Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Alex has been living the same life, with the same routine, repeating it every day. Every day is the same. The one thing she does look forward to is going to cafe de l'amour every morning on her way to school, where she sits and writes, all while seeing Carter Reed. The most popular boy at school who, surprisingly, prefers the solitary life. They go to the same cafe every day, sit at the same tables every day, and notice each other every day, yet are strangers who have never uttered a word to one another. And strangers they shall remain. Perfect strangers. But that's about to change. . . . . . I watched as he kept his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him where he aimlessly drew spirals and coils that surrounded each other, trapped each other, and suffocated each other. My eyes traced the movement of his pen, following each line he drew onto the paper. "Your tea." I snapped out of my trance and looked up, thanking Katy before she went back to the counter. I turned back and caught him looking at me. I expected him to look away and continue acting like I don't exist. Like he's always done and so have I. What I didn't expect was for him to walk right over and sit with me. "Hi, I'm Carter." PSA: This story is inspired by the Wattpad novel 'Caffeine' by @meddlingkids ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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