My Coffee Boy.

My Coffee Boy.

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~ I heard the door open and foot steps heading to the counter. I didn't look up as I was engrossed in my favourite book. I heard a soft deep voice 'coffee please' I turned a page and the foot steps sounded like they were coming my way. I looked up to see a tall, muscular and beautiful boy standing infront of me. I adjusted my glasses and I wanted to run away. 'Is this seat taken?' he said pointing to the seat infront of me. I adjusted my glasses and I just wanted to run away.. No, April. You can do this.. I told myself. 'I, er no' was all I could say. Stupid April. He took a seat and looked at me in the eyes. Someone pinch me.. 'Hi, I'm Dan.' The boy had a name.. but why did he want to sit with me? I'm a geek and he is beautiful. ~ Who is Dan? Why did he sit next to April? And what was going to happen next? ~ Read on if you want to find out.
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