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Chapter 18

"Here's your order, ma'am." a feminine voice announces before a cup of latte macchiato appears in my line vision.

I lift my face from my phone.

"Thanks." flashing the teenage girl a small smile, I snatch the styrofoam cup from her.

"What flavor is that?" The person I'm speaking with over a video call asks. His name is Alan and he resides in China. We met through my Instagram when I started posting about my upcoming fashion line some weeks ago. He happens to be a fashion designer and he has been pretty helpful with tips ever since.

"Latte macchiato," I say after gulping down the first delicious sip, "Although, I would have preferred my precious carajillo over this. But my doctor is against it."

"Your doctor?" He queries, his hand digging into the bag of chips set on his lap, "Are you sick or something?"

"Yeah," I roll my eyes, "I was diagnosed with a heart defect about some months ago." I leave out the needing a transplant part because I have no strength for that right now.

"Really?"
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