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The next morning, Shea parked Sweet Betsy in a space between a candy-apple-red BMW convertible with a CAU window decal and a green Subaru sporting a vegans taste better bumper sticker. Despite her friendship with the owner, LezBeans Coffee and Books wasn’t Shea’s kind of place.
Inside the café, the cacophony of multiple conversations and espresso machines enveloped her like a clingy lover. The pungent aromas of pumpkin spice and coffee assaulted her.
What was it about fall that made every coffee shop want to flavor everything like pumpkin pie? She hated that s**t.
Her last memory of this place fueled her foul mood—the night she had ended her relationship with Debbie. Shea had told her she was too busy working on a custom bike to attend one of Debbie’s campus protests.
“What the hel
