Coffee Shop Conversations | ✓

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i was back at the coffee shop for the first time in weeks and i was LIVID.

"christ, amelia, what's got you acting like this?"

"tucker fucking elliot," i hiss at frank.

"oh dear," he says. he quickly mops down the counter, makes me a warm chai latte and sits down with me at my table.

"i'm so pissed and confused. mostly pissed. elliot hated-" i choke on tears, "-he hated me for the past 3 years, then he goes and pulls this cute shit and ugh!" i slam my hands into the table. "sorry, frank, i'm usually more composed than this. i haven't been myself lately."

he shook his head and took my hands. "no kidding, you haven't been here in weeks. in all seriousness though, you need to talk to him. he has a lot going on that he couldn't tell you back in the day."

"how do you know so much about him?"

"we're cousins."

my mouth forms a shocked little 'o'. that's probably why i was attracted to frank. oh my GOD.

"what do i do next?"

"unblocking his number might help."