Starbucks & Kisses
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He bumped into me with one arm, his coffee flying everywhere. It landed on my white, captain America shirt which was now see through. I glared up at the person, being welcomed into blue eyes. My own brown eyes softened. This guy was gorgeous. But, I could tell he was way out of my limit.
"Erm, sorry that was my fault. How could I make it up to you?" He questioned, a deep Australian accent ringing through his voice.
"Well," I started," you could tell me your name and your phone number and I could figure it out for you." That came out a lot more flirty than I wanted it to be.
"Well, I'm Luke and you should give me your number. We can meet at the coffee shop around the corner at five. Sound good?" He replied with a smile plastered on his face.
"Sure." I gave him my number and walked away.
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