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Cafes are my haven. Whenever I’m having a sh!tty day, I can always rely on a good dose of caffeine to pick-me up. Expressos. Cappuccinos. Lattes. Mochas. You name it — I drink it. I’m a coffee fiend. I’ve been drinking coffee since I was nine — Dad gave up on trying to wean me off it.
If I went to a Coffeeholics Anonymous group, I’d say loud and proud that “I’m a coffee addict. What are you going to do about it, b!tches?” Then I’d go back to a cafe afterwards and order a macchiato.
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“Do you think I’m a slvt?” Gina says suddenly.
She’s flicking through a copy of Teen Vogue. Her coffee is getting colder by the minute. Outside the snow is falling in large white clumps. Milky snow transforms vehicles into snowcars.
“Huh?” I empty a sachet of sweetener into my coffee cup.
“Am I a slvt, Amelie?”
What should I say to that? Well…
“Just be completely honest with me,” Gina takes a sip of her coffee.
Might as well admit it. She did ask… “Technically you are.”
She looks up from her magazine and grins thoughtfully. “Yeah, I am. That’s true…”
Uh-oh. Gina’s back to her old ways. “Don’t tell me you’re being a serial slvt again, Gina.”
“Serial slvt — I like that,” she samples the phrase carefully as if she’s savouring a fine vintage, “Yeah, I’ve slept with seven boys this past week.”
I can’t say I’m surprised. Boys are like ice cream flavours to Gina — she has to taste them all. If she doesn’t have her daily boy-fix, she gets irritable. Then Marie and I have to put up with all her sh!t.
“Are you crazy? What about Nicolas, Florian and the other guy?”
“You mean Lukas?” Gina has a fantastic memory, I’ll give her that.
“I’ve lost track of all their names…”
“They’re all clueless.”
“I’m surprised they haven’t found out by now.”
She starts to draw a moustache on a photo of Kate Moss (Gina is anti-Kate). “Most are stupid. They each believe I’m their girlfriend…”
“Ten different boyfriends — that’s a record…”
Her eyes brighten. “I never get bored, Amelie. Why don’t you come with me next Saturday? Loosen up a bit.”
“Never going to happen…” I ruffle her hair.
“Party poop—fvck!” she sticks her tongue out and bites it in the process.
Gina’s eyes widen and her face pales.
“That guy…” she whispers.
I follow her panicked gaze to two guys who’ve just entered the cafe. They’re waiting for their drinks by the till. I smile widely — what a delightful coincidence!
I know. I’m naturally evil. She doesn’t like to see more of her countless “boyfriends” than necessary — Gina gets agitated. “What guy? Hey, there’s Florian! Let’s call him over—”
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CBY BOTW WINNER Feb 2015! What goes on inside our deepest fantasies can often scare us if we look too closely. Amelie is going to find out the hard way that appearances can be deceptive... Add my story to public reading list. Share with friends/fol...