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Sophie set her bag down on a stool.
“You look like you need caffeine more than I do today.”

“Hmm. Already on my third cup. Coffee is bitter,” Keefe mumbled, pointing to a thermos beside him.

“Have you never had coffee before today?” She joked.

He shook his head.

“Wait, seriously!?”


“You work at a coffee shop!”

“That doesn’t mean I have to like coffee.”

“Well, yes. I just assumed-”

“I do not function on other people’s assumptions about me.”

“That’s true… How long have you been working here?"

“What is this, an interrogation?”

“It’s called a conversation,” she rolled her eyes.

He took a long sip from his mug.
“I started this year.”

“Aw, you’re a newbie!”

“Like you’ve known about this place for years,” he scoffed.

“You’re right. I’ve hardly ever been here,” she replied flatly, but the glint in her eyes suggested
Fortunately for her, Keefe didn’t catch it.

“Exactly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have customers to serve,” he stumbled away.

“That’s new.”

“I heard that!”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Sophie pulled her phone out and called her cousin, who answered
almost immediately.

“You picked up way to quickly, Dex. Are you even working?”

“How do you know I’m at work?"

“I’m in the café. I waved at you when I entered. You didn’t wave back.”

“What are you doing here?”

“First, caffeine. Second, I think I accidentally befriended your coworker…”

“Ugh, You’re friends with Sencen?”

“Do you communicate exclusively through questions now?”

“Shut up.”

“I don’t think I will. Anyway, he thinks I haven’t known about this place for too long and-"

“Seriously? We have a picture of you up for employee of the month!"


“It’s from last year.”

“Oh… Kinda weird.”

“In my defense, Keefe and I are both terrible employees.”

“I don’t see how that works in your defense-oh! Speak of the Devil. I’ll call you later.”

“Wow, rude-”

After she hung up, Dex scanned the room, and glared when he caught her sight. Sophie flashed him a
peace sign in response. Their nonverbal interaction was put to a halt when Keefe slammed his hands down on the counter in front of her.

“So!” He practically shouted. “There are almost no customers in here!”

“Don’t worry, it’s still early August. We’re days away from fall aesthetics and cold coffees.”

He perked up when she mentioned coffee.

“I’ve had four and a half mugs of coffee today!”