The Coffee House on Bourbon Str.
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"I was staring at him from the opposite end of the room.
His face was just something you couldn't not stare at.
It drew in your eyes like an accident on the highway.
You didn't want to stare, you felt bad for whoever was caught in it, but you couldn't stop staring.
It was blatantly obvious that he wasn't interested in the girl hanging from his arm."
She loved her coffee black.
He was passionate about pink frappuccinos.
She liked being alone.
He hated it.
She had him but he only knew once he was falling and she was there to catch him.
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