Tori
There's no way Thorne was telling the truth, right? Yesterday's conversation has taken permanent residence in my mind, scratching away at my confidence until I'm riddled with self doubt. I'm not sure what's true and what's not, battling with myself all through the night.
Blaze took no chances this time, setting an alarm on my phone that buzzed away this morning so that I'm awake before them. I'm staring at this coffee machine trying to recall everything that he spewed out to me all at once last night about how to work this delicate machinery.
Tori, for God's sake you're a f*****g barista, don't act like you don't know how to work this thing.
Well, inner Tori, I don't want to work this. I don't want to make those assholes coffee.
The assholes that saved you?
Shut up.
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