"Felix Summers," the barista from Starbucks called his name.
Felix made his way up to the counter to grab his Frappuchino from the new barista. He has never seen her before.
She looked shy, and he was intrigued by her beautiful glittering blue eyes.
He didn't speak a word, although he desperately wanted to know her name.
He sat in his regular seat by the window, looking out onto Main Street.
Felix grabbed his pencil and paper and started to write.
Felix was a writer. He often got called gay because writing was his passion.
Every afternoon after school he would go to the library and pick up a few books about how to write.
Then, he would make his way over to Starbucks to write. He would usually stay until the employees would tell him they were closing.
The girl that served him his coffee today, was gone by the time he had finished writing another chapter of his new book.
Felix needed to know who this girl was.
He headed home just before closing and fell asleep listening to his playlist.
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The Coffee Effect
Short Story"What the hell is the coffee effect?" He asked with a judging tone. "You'll see," she said with a smirk. She was a reader, he was a writer. She served him his coffee every day in the little coffee shop down the street. He always thought way too muc...
