I made my daily trek to the Coffee Bean the next morning. Matt was behind the counter once more, unable to recognize me - for the second time.
"Name," he said robotically.
"I warned you, Matt-"
"Hey, Matt, that's my name as well. That's great, "
'Matt,' he scribbled on my cup.
I need to get serious about collecting these.
Matt and Florence were still together, and he had no idea who I was. Not to mention the fact that I could be the Coffee Bean's most devoted customer.
With a cup of coffee in my hand, the world became instantly brighter.
There was no Mark, no pop quizzes, the sun shone, and I hadn't seen my ex-boyfriend since the semester began. That was also why I hadn't attended any mathlete meetings. Small victories.
By the time I got to school, my coffee cup had run dry. I
