socially awkward (Remove filter)
Nervous
A crush on the Barista.
A tale as old as coffee shops themselves, if I’m not mistaken.
An old and tired one frankly.
This is her place of business.
I mean no disrespect.
I keep my mouth shut, for fear of other people’s bullshit,
derailing my own.
Latte art and conversation with strangers.
Oh, to have that kind of confidence.
Oh, to be that beautiful.
Couldn’...
Friday 20th May 2022 5:47 pm
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