When Following Your Heart (GxG)
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Ongoing1h 23m
Last published Tue, Mar 3, 2020
Her stare made me suddenly self conscious and then she spoke.
"What's your name?" She asked leaning forward on the counter. Her eyes never left me and suddenly I had forgotten my name. Her smile brought me out of my daze.
"Carmen"
"Well that's good to know." She teased walking away to go make my drink. I watched her until she came back to give it to me. "You're not going to tell me your name?" I asked.
"I was waiting for you to ask. I'm Alexis but call me Alex."
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Who would have thought the mysterious barista would steal my heart.
P.s. Might get sexual. We'll see how it goes.
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