Again, he walks in. I smile. "Back again?" He smiles back. "I come here a lot, so you'll have to get used to me."
"What will you have today, then?"
"Just a regular old coffee."
He goes on his phone and I can't help but wonder what he's doing on it. Talking to his girlfriend? Wife? Maybe something with work? No, he's a wri- "Shit, I'm sorry." I spill all over the floor. "It's alright, I'm not in a hurry or anything." He's in a hurry.
I make his coffee and decide to clean up the mess after.
"Have a nice day!" I hand him his coffee. He quickly walks away.
I clean up my mess feeling like a complete idiot.
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The Coffee Shop
Short StoryTwo stories intertwine for a few minutes every day. A short story, written from the perspective of a barista at a local coffee house.
