Whiskers In Between
Gibbous Flat White for Levine, Short Macchiato Lune for Huxley, Cappuccino Pink Moon for Krysyle, Mocha New Moon for Michane, Red Blood Salted Caramel for me, and Crescent Americano for Clint.
“The usual coffee?” Clint asked, popping out of the blue. I smiled at him and answered, “Yeah, it’d be a cold night for us. So I made these.”
“Mari, remember 2 movies tonight. But if you can’t manage, it’s okay to close the cafe by 8 pm. We have to go now.” I said and left the cafe with Clint.
He’s been driving for a while now and it’s already lunch. We went to a drive-thru and decided to park and eat for a little while and he started driving again.
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