Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic
“What can I get for you?”
The group quickly huddled together, throwing orders in whispers at one another.
“I want a cappuccino.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because, Miles, one drop of caffeine turns you into a demon.”
“Their chocolate muffins look good,” Wyatt stuck his head above the crowd.
“Black coffee,” Ryder thought out loud.
“No, black tea.”
“Iced Americano for sure,” Blake nodded too. “Oh, but I want something with vanilla--”
“It does not!” Miles jabbed a finger into August’s chest. “I am immune to caffeine.”
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