I began my morning the same way I did every day for the past twelve months, tying my hair with a cheap ribbon and pretending it held my whole life together.I slept like a pig last night, but I still felt tired.Nevertheless, I rushed to work.Nothing grand. I worked full-time as a waitress in a cafe. Fifteen bucks an hour.By seven o’clock, the customers were already waiting outside for their daily morning ritual that was a cup of hot coffee.I quickly wiped down a table, humming softly, but then I became aware of the small group of customers sneaking glances at me or maybe at my ponytail.Sometimes, I wonder if they come here for the coffee or for me.Either way, I think I should buy a better ribbon.“Hey, daydreamer.”A familiar voice drifted in from behind me.Warm. Playful. A little cocky, to boot.I turned around.It was Ryan.He slid behind the counter with a grin, holding two cups of caramel latte—one for himself and one for me.I took it with a smile. “You’re early.”“I have
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