Cup Of Coffee
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"Holy shit, are you alright!?" I asked in shock, the black coffee that was once in my hand was now on the man's white shirt in front of me.
He ran a hand through his black curls in frustration and spoke, "Yes, it's alright". I could hear his thick British accent coming through.
"Are you sure?" I asked nervously, wiping furiously at his shirt with a napkin.
"Miss, miss" I was to busy trying to clean up my mess.
"Ma'am!" I finally looked up. "I'm pretty sure the coffee didnt spill that low."
"Oops, sorry-"
Cindy always thought that guys with glasses, khaki pants and slicked hair was her type. But one night Cindy was dared by an ad to find a new love life on an app call tinder, will she find what she needs or will she need what she finds?
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