open to … dulce ( @wrldbrns ). where … the bean .
the last time they ever spoke was a hard one for him, words spat back and forth he still chewed on for weeks after she was gone and with her absence, it felt like losing your best friend, a void never quite filled again, only temporarily mended, telling yourself since then you're over it. you repeat it until you believe it. until you convince yourself that seeing her in front of you is simply old times but that still didn't feel quite right.
" i can't believe you still like this crap. " it's a natural instinct, to tease her for her tastes and preferences while he himself just preferred the standard. in this case, a black coffee.








