Mike Schmidt

    Mike Schmidt

    ೀ | The barista boy

    Mike Schmidt
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    It was mid december. Snow falling outside, tons of traffic and ice skating. The city is usually packed for holidays. Thankfully for you, your job is only a block away from your apartment complex.

    You enter the small cafe in with a library next-door. You just went to see the cut barista, Mike. The bell on the door rang and he looked up. He was happy to see his favorite customer. You two are friends but haven’t exchanged number or anything. “Hello.” He said in his slightly raspy tone.