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Hometown Brew | (Hal Jordan x Reader)

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Reads 390
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Parts 11
Time 39m

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I have two books that follow similar plots but they are written in different ways. They follow the same characters though.

A cold breeze flows through a city with blocks full of skyscrapers. As the city goes north the buildings get smaller and more rundown. Just three blocks away from the last skyscraper is Grace St. On the corner of Grace St. is a small-looking building. The pale-painted building has an old oak sign with a business name engraved on it, hanging above a glass door.

Hometown Brew

Just another small cafe in Coast City, California. The inside of the cozy cafe is warm and inviting, with soft lighting and a comfortable atmosphere. The walls are adorned with artwork and shelves are lined with books, creating a sense of tranquility and calm. The space is filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soothing sound of background music, creating a perfect setting for relaxation and conversation. The seating arrangements are cozy, with comfortable chairs and plush cushions. A place where people gather to enjoy a hot cup of coffee or tea, indulge in delicious pastries, and escape the hustle and bustle of daily life. 

It's usually filled with older couples, people who are reading books silently, and some very strange regulars. Though today we aren't talking about the guests that come in and out. Today we are talking about an employee and that employee, has a very interesting story to tell.

Why don't we listen and learn about their story filled with friendship, romance, and found family? I'm sure they would love to share.All Rights Reserved

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