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                                   ❛   could i have a small white hot chocolate, please ?   ❜

       HER CURRENT PREOCCUPATION LIES within a tiny change purse, nimble fingers quietly diving & fishing for any spare coins it might be able to offer up ( & hopefully her ventures will be fruitful, because this morning’s fix of caffeine is very much a necessity she’d rather not be without ) or possibly give aid in her coffee shop endeavours. suddenly though, almost instantaneously, does a frown soon ALIGN itself across the ridges & creases of rosy lips as realization dawns upon her; she’s short at least twenty-five cents, a measly quarter short.

             —-a nervous chuckle, before an
             equally nervous smile fills frown’s void.

                        ❛   i’m sorry i think i’m—-   ❜
                                   but as her eyes meet his ( the barista,
                                   a mild mannered brunette bearing a light
                                   smile ) her train of thought hopelessly
                                   plunges into a sea of startling sky blue,
                                   one she finds herself wholly & entirely
                                   enveloped ( swallowed & cradled ) by.
                                                                  ❛   short–… by a quarter.   ❜

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