Though we both had good intentions, we knew after the first couple weeks of your return that nothing would be the same as it was.
You became more busy, what with studio sessions, songwriting, voice lessons, meetings with managers and producers, and the works of business I never truly attained a full grasp of.
In all fairness, my schedule became more rigorous as well.
Impressed with my work ethic and consistency of arriving on time, Hunt Brews had me work more hours. It meant an earlier morning than my original shifts, but that meant I could make more money; plus, it was still about forty-five minutes later than my call time at MAP had been.
I learned the workings of the coffee shop-how to operate all the machines, mix the drinks to perfection, place complicated orders correctly, and all procedures for cleaning.
Our intentions still remained.
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Fanfictionᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀsɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇ...
