Haley didn't think she'd meet him in a nasty BP station so late. Or that he'd spill coffee on her. Honestly, she didn't know what charmed her the most: the sleazy apology or the soggy jumper. But hey, there she was. xx-xx It all started with a coffee and a much-needed break from driving. The coffee had been disgusting. It was the type of coffee you could only find at crappy BP stations you stumble across whilst you're riding at night and desperately in need to pee because it's been four hours since the last stop. xx-xx In which I write a short story about a paper cup