"I think you should stop drinking black coffee."
"Huh?"
"I said, I think you should stop drinking--"
"Yeah, I know what you said, I'm not deaf."
"Are you always so....so....what's the word?"
"Sarcastic. Rude. Ignorant."
"Yes! All of the above. Why is that?"
"I don't know...people have always treated me like I'm fragile, and I hated it. So now I don't know how to act towards friends."
"Even Sam? You guys look like besties."
"One, don't call us besties. Two, that's a more...complicated story for another time."
"So there's gonna be another time?"
"...Uh..."
"I would like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah...I would."
"Same. Oh, by the way, I think you should start drinking black coffee."
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Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL A boy and a barista fall in love.
