Double Claimed: Marked by Two
The same hot blonde dude who stood by the counter, earpods plugged in.
“Ava?” Caleb called, waving with his hand.
My eyes landed on the place I always sat, the fourth table, next to the window, where I could easily see a few couples laughing over unnecessary things.
I strode over to him, gently sitting on the chair. It felt new, like no one had sat on it for a while.
“What can I get ya?” A lady asked.
“Two hot coffees, one with sugar and the other with sugar and milk,” Caleb responded, smiling at the barista.
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