Panicking, Felix looked around the café. He looked under tables, on the chair. He asked people if they had seen it.
No one seemed to know what he was talking about.
As he stood at his table, panicking, he saw a little note in his bag:
"Hope you don't mind, I took your book to read what you've been writing. If you want it back, you'll have to call me. ~ Blue."
Blue had his book. Felix started to hyperventilate. He didn't want Blue to read that!
He sat down at the table and looked at the note. She has beautiful hand writing. Her name was written so remarkably.
He picked up his phone and went to dial but realized it was dead. That meant Blue would have the book the whole night.
She could read everything.
Felix decided there wasn't anything he could do but to go home and forget about it until morning. He knew he had a test the next day and he needed lots of sleep.
Heading home in the rain, Felix walked into his apartment with soaking wet clothes stuck to his skin.
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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...
