Coffee Love
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Last published Sat, Jul 15, 2017
"How about i take you out on a coffee date?" He half yelled as i was walking away.
I froze. Shit. How can i ever say no?
"That isn't fair," i turn around to look at him.
"You know i never say no to free coffee."
Isabelle Jones is one heck of a coffee drinker. She wouldn't be able to live without it. An addict in short.
She doesn't go around flirting with guys, as a matter of fact, she has absolutely no interest in dating. Guys would come up to her and try to get her but she would always reject.
She isn't playing hard to get, as that is what most people think, she just doesn't have any interest in dating or guys
(she's not lesbian okay?)
What happens if fate decides to let a guy step into her life using the one thing she loves the most. Coffee.
This story is based on my best friend :D well only the girl character is. Her attitude and everything will all be based on my best friend. The plot isn't tho. This story was made up after she told me a random boy paid for her coffee and yet she didn't feel any feelings about it -.- how dense. Anyways that's all :)
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