"Hey Jasper, I got your shit here," I called out, placing the coffee on the marble bench. "If you don't hurry I'll gladly drink it, I need it. That taxi driver was a fucking douche."
"You better not."
I turned to find Jasper leaning against the wall.
My eyes grazed his body. Pyjamas, bed hair and tired eyes. I wasn't expecting anything more.
He strolled over to the bench and grabbed the coffee. "What was wrong with the taxi driver?"
I pouted. "He looked at me funny."
He raised a brow, the coffee cup to his lips. "You're delusional--- fuck, that's good coffee."
"It was ten dollars, you'd fucking hope so," I muttered.
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