The Coffee Shop

The Coffee Shop

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Romance
"I'll see you again when the rain falls," That young lady who always sits with her cake, fruit, and coffee, always humming a familiar tune... That waiter whose name brings a smile to my lips and anticipation to my heart... Creak creak, the footsteps that are all too familiar fill my ears with the sound of tinkering music and rhythmic rain... *credit to the artist of the cover! SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHO THE ARTIST IS TT
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Ever since the beginning, she was always there. She never left. How she wishes he would glance, sideways. She knew everything about him. But she doesn't know if he knows her. Even after growing up, after being separated, after being torn apart, she was always still there. Hoping, wishing, praying, that one day, he can glance sideways, and see her. ~ Since he was in high school, he always received sweets everday. And every year, it evolves. For example, on his first year, he received a small chocolate candy bar everyday. When he became second year, the candy bar got bigger. And when he started his voice acting career, he always received different pastries, everday. Although, he doesn't know where it came from. He always wondered. He asked the mailman, but he got no answer. He asked the post office, but he didn't get any information neither. One day, it stopped. He was worried. Not because there were no more pastries, but because he was worried about the admirer. What happened?

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