He Left With Nothing
he felt a little uncomfortable, talking to a girl, he barely knew, his eyes turned to the cup she was holding, it was the first cup he made with a lump of cream floating in the middle, instead of a double swan.
“Oh, I’m Amanda Charles. You can call me Amy. I’m working here for quite a long time.” She put down the cup, placing her right hand on his palm, making him shiver down his spine.
“Yeah,” he hid his awkwardness behind a sweet smile, though one can say he was uncomfortable.
“You’re not much talkative… never mind, how old are you?” her left hand jumped on his shoulder to slide down near his waist, when Ryan flinched to get off her.
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