After an awkward encounter with a boy from your english class yesterday at the bookstore you work in, today you decided to study in a cafe. when looking for an empty table you heard the dance voice you did yesterday, and this voice belonged to Sam. you glanced over, seeing him stand behind the register taking someone’s order. for some reason he looked taller behind the counter. you sit at a secluded table in the corner and put your books down, beginning to study when that boy came up to you with a cup in hand. you try to tell him that you didn’t order anything but he said it’s on the house when you offered to pay. it was your usual. you felt fuzzy that he remembered. he asked if he could sit with you, telling a joke of how because his manager isn’t in, it would’ve been his fifth break today. he introduced himself, and you said you shared an english class.

“Have you done the reading yet?”