There's a boy who stops by every day, you might've seen him; the one with the blonde curly hair.
He always gets the same thing: "One venti triple caramel frappuccino and cream, please, with extra coffee and caramel just because you love me." he says with a cheeky wink and a grin.
Even in winter he gets the same icy thing.
He insists his name is Fletcher, but I know he's lying. He's too adorable to be a Fletcher.
The boy never comes in at the same time two days running.
Yesterday it was 12.05 and the day before, 8.33. Today it's closing time and I'm wiping the tables. Curly hasn't been today. I wonder why.
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To say that Michael was intrigued would be an understatement.