cold coffee; clifford

cappuccino

every day i go to work,

i serve customers,

and then i go home.

today, though, it was different.

a boy with bright, red hair

and dull, green eyes came in today.

he walked up to the counter,

looked down at the selection of drinks,

and pointed at the beverage he wanted.

cappuccino.

"nice choice," i spoke up, observing the pale-skinned boy.

"yeah," he mumbled, taking the coffee and walking to an empty table.

i watched as he scribbled in a black notebook,

making his eyebrows scrunch together.

he stayed there,

taking sips from his cup ever so often,

until he was finished

and then he was gone.

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A/N: Holy holy, this book has been on hold for sooo long. I have finally found the motiviation to start writing it though! I hope you enjoy this and shit :)