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Jameson
I stretch, checking my phone. It’s almost five and I’m sitting on a couch in a coffee shop, waiting for Emma to turn up. She’s only about ten minutes late, which is par for the course with her. I glance around at the shop, which is mostly empty.
“Sir?” a young woman asks, catching me by surprise. She’s the same woman that made my latte when I first got here, over an hour ago. “We’re actually going to close a little early, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, yeah.” I get up, grabbing my backpack and my empty latte cup.
“I’ll take that,” she says, whisking the cup out of my hands. “Have a nice day!”
I nod, heading out of the shop. I have to give it to the barista, I’ve never been told to f**k off in such a nice way before.
As I step outside into the breezy summer afternoon, Emma com
