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Then he started trying to guess my order before I reached the counter.
“Vanilla chai with extra foam?” he’d ask confidently.
Wrong every single time.
Until one afternoon, he finally got it right.
“Iced coffee, two sugars, splash of cream,” he announced proudly.
I laughed. “How did you know?”
“I’ve been studying you for weeks,” he admitted with a grin. “Can continue reading …
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