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he barista catches my eye, holding my cup of coffee up in t

eting my phone as I head over to the counter. "Isn't i

aising his eyebrows as he hands me my jumbo cup of coffee. I wrap my hands around

I sigh, and Zach chuckles at the gratified look o

dly. He motions towards the camera hanging around my neck as he prepares to m

He raises an eyebrow at me, and I crack into a grin. "Okay, you got me. Yes, of course I'm headed there; I'm meeting my father. He

you're the only person I know to willingly spend the entirety of her

ol." I reply dryly. "I'd rather fall off the ends of the earth than hear another word about why I'

y only be reserved for these fleeting summer visits

ary." I reply, lifting my coffee cup up in

ls after me, and I laugh, poking my ton

green scarf. Even though we're already well into summer, I still get absurdly cold every single damn morning. I must be designed for the life of an Italian, or a Hawaiian

'm a rare breed of human. Possibly

st in time. Seconds later, the pedestrian man lights up green, and I scurry across t

so many times before you start to l

t, and when I finally manage to fish it out, I realise it's my best friend FaceTiming me.