“I showed up at the coffee shop around three in the afternoon, wearing a rose-patterned dress one of my aunts had sewn for me as last year’s Christmas present. It reminded me of Keegan now, and our walk in the rose garden. I didn’t even bother stopping at the front counter. I just found my way to my usual spot. Sure enough, Keegan came. It was the cutest thing, the way he presented me with a dark chocolate mochaccino and a piece of baklava—drizzled with honey, of all things! And only a minute af...ter he walked away from the table, my phone buzzed with a text message. [Angel Boy]: Wanna go somewhere with me? I glanced up and spotted him leaning against the front counter, out of the way of customers but boldly absorbed with his phone. [Tired Girl]: Um, aren’t you working? [Angel Boy]: Is that a no? [Tired Girl]: Of course not. Don’t mind me. Responsibility is highly overrated. I waited for his smirk and wasn’t disappointed, even though his eyes never left the little screen in his hands.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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