The bitterness of the coffee

I wondered if I'll be having a day where I never have to spend my day shitting myself out of nervousness like this one. I highly doubt that. As he chills in his seat, Hade keeps laughing about what he told me to say when I approach Jarred at his usual spot wherein we were sitting right now.

I decided to accept the offer. I'm still confused if I did this right or what. But just like Hade, I'm also desperate to give Mom and Paris everything they need. I no longer want to keep asking my family for money.

Hade told me that he'd be coming around nine in the morning, and we came here at eight in the morning because I need time to adjust and blend in around the place. It's five to nine, he'll be around any minute, and I still don't know what to say first before threatening his life.

"Chill, you look so tense. As if you were here to kill Jarred or rob the shop." Hade said calmly. I glared at him and finished my third cup of Iced Caramel Machiatto.

I don't drink coffee but, I usually do to