Dear Ian,
Henry hasn't been back and I'm starting to worry for some reason. I don't know, when I saw him drinking all of his problems away, I noticed how sad he looked. His expression made me want to cry myself. I hope he's safe. He's a nice man and I wish him the best. I just can't help but worry when I'm paid to hand this life ruining substance to the people who should be avoiding it. He's my friend and I don't want to give him these drinks anymore. My boss would kill me if he found out that I was turning down customers, but I looked at his tab and he owes eight hundred dollars. Eight hundred whole dollars on alcohol and occasional small dinners because his stomach is filled with beer.
I found out my crushes name is Ethan and he's from Seattle. I noticed that he isn't from around since he doesn't have the Southern accent. His voice is so deep, his Adam's apple even bobs slightly over his tight fitting t shirt, and his jaw line is so sculpted and defined it makes me jealous. I told him I liked his bike and he offered to give me a spin around the block but I turned down his offer since I had to work. I didn't want to be one of his many dates but riding a motorcycle sounds like the adventure I'm looking for. Ethan said he'd take me home on his motorcycle after my shift ends and I took the offer.
Sincerely,
Rebellious & Adventurous Dawn :)
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Coffee
Short Story"Let me guess, you want to order coffee again?" "You know it." "Something tells me the only reason you come to my diner everyday is for the free coffee, not me." "Shouldn't it be that way?" "Name one thing you love more than coffee." "You."
