nineteen and unravelling
I loaded a plate with scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and a massive chocolate croissant, while Talia practically flirted the barista into giving her an extra shot of espresso in her iced vanilla oat milk latte.
"Oh, look," Talia purred, her wide, pale brown eyes locked onto a table of varsity-jacket-wearing upperclassmen near the window. One of them, a guy with broad shoulders and a messy mop of blond hair, had already stopped tracking his phone to stare directly at her. Talia didn't look away. She gave him a slow, devastatingly confident smirk, took a sip of her latte through the straw without breaking eye contact, and then casually spun around. "He's cute. Six out of ten. I give it three da