I Met Her at a Coffee Shop

I Met Her at a Coffee Shop

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Long brown hair, tied in a loose side-braid, mixing with the brilliant shine of big emerald eyes, all plastered on fair pale skin, with just a hint of pink on the cheeks. That's all I'm able to see as I walk into my favorite coffee shop in the whole of New York City, Aroma Mocha. There, sipping on a simple iced mocha, reading a pretty hefty book, is a girl that exceeds my every definition of the term 'beautiful'. A story that I created in my spare time, hopefully putting it on here will kick my ass into gear of actually writing it. I'm planning on the story being a romantic-comedy, but I've got some dramatic ideas. Also memes. Some characters are very memey. Just wait. So I'm not sure what this story is going to turn into, but I'm gonna have fun writing it
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