"Uhh, Mella?"
"Good morning, sleepy head. Take a seat by the counter. I made breakfast."
"Did we... uhh..."
"Yup. You were really sloppy. Disappointing, really."
"What?! Me, sloppy?! Wha—why are you laughing?"
"I'm just playing. We didn't sleep together."
"Okay, good. Don't mess with my skills in bed, babe. It's the only thing I excel at."
"You just gave me a lap dance, that's all. We had a little too much beer last night, huh?"
"I gave you a what?"
"A lap dance."
"Damn, you're one lucky girl. I don't do that for free."
"Cocky even in the morning."
"While you're absolutely beautiful anytime of the day."
"Wanna hear a secret?"
"You're in love with me and you want to be my girlfriend? Sure."
"You know what, I'm not telling you anymore."
"I'm just kidding, princess. What is it?"
"I totally would've slept with you last night."
"I'm dreaming, right? God, please, I don't want to wake up yet."
"Open your eyes, loser. This is real life. Too bad you passed out before we did anything."
"For real? I passed out?!"
"Yup, not messing with you this time."
"I can never hate myself more than I do right now."
"Maybe you'll get lucky another time, Trish."
"Let's hope so."
"You want coffee?"
"Oh, I don't drink coffee. Thanks, though."
"Is that why you get a vanilla milkshake at the cafe all the time?"
"Yup. You guys don't sell hot chocolate yet and milkshakes are my next favourite drink, so... yeah."
"I'll make sure to add it to the menu."
"Really?!"
"Someone's excited."
"No, I'm not..."
"Oh! I have hot chocolate in the kitchen. Do you want me to make you a cup?"
"Are you sure? I mean, water's fine by me."
"I don't mind. Give me a sec..."
"What happened last night?"
"We had dinner, drank while watching The Bachelorette—you better never speak of it, by the way—then had a little too much alcohol."
"Did I... did I do anything dumb?"
"You're always dumb."
"You're always beautiful."
"Mhmm. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Aye, you're blushing!"
"No, I'm not."
"Aww, you're adorable."
"You know what, you're not allowed to come over anymore."
"Aww, come here, babe—"
"Get off me, you loser—"
"You're cute when you're smiling."
"I'm going to end up spilling your hot chocolate if you keep hugging me—"
"..."
"..."
"Uhh, Mella? What's your ex doing at your front door?"
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Teen Fiction[Completed] "I swear I'm not into you, but can you pretend to be my girlfriend every Monday?" Because meeting at a coffee shop isn't cliché and fake dating usually leads to feelings and Monday mornings don't have to be the worst. The Monday Morning...
