A Game With No Rules
She pursed her lips, making me giggle before turning towards the elderly lady who ordered a take out of bagels, flashing a smile as she thanked her for her purchase.
“Welcome,” I mumbled, watching the dark, rich liquid pour on the latte glass from the espresso machine. “How was Barcelona?”
And as soon as her current customer was out, she began narrating how beautiful and exciting her weekend had been. She showed me pictures after pictures of La Sagrada Familia and Park Guell, together with her cousins whom she was pairing up with me.
Yep. I have Maya, Tina, and mom as my personal pimps, and I don’t even begin to ponder their reaction about my not-so-date with Roman. I’m pretty certain that M
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