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“Shit - yeah.” He had already forgotten, a light flush running across his cheeks as the thought of it. “Sorry, bad memory.” It was lack of SLEEP, coupled with the anxiety and paranoia that had settled quite nicely into his bones. “I couldn’t allow anyone to go coffee-less. That’s a travesty in itself. What did you order exactly? I’ll be sure to make a huge deal about no almond milk so they don’t fuck up again.”
❝ You’re an actual angel, ❞ she says, her shoulders sagging in relief. ❝ It was a latte with coconut milk. I’m not sure how they heard ‘almond’ from ‘coconut’ but whatever, the universe will balance itself soon. ❞ She leans against the counter with her hip, the picture of comfort now that her throat is no longer midway through closing up. ❝ I’m Anya, by the way. They misspelled that on the cup too, predictably. ❞
