LANCE DIXON
One week later.
I saw Denver entering the coffee shop. He is looking for me. I waved my hands in the air to catch his attention.
He smiled and walked towards me.
“Lance,”
“Denver,”
He pulled a chair and sat in front of me. “I have already ordered your favorite coffee,”
He laughed and tapped my shoulders. “Thank you so much, Lance. You really know my favorite, huh?”
We both chuckled. He takes off his thick sweater as we are waiting for the waiter.
“I don’t want to take a bath. It’s freezing cold! I love snow, but this cold makes me so damn lazy. I just want to crawl and lay on my bed,” He rolled his eyes.
“Same, Denver. Same,”
“Here’s your order, sir.” The waiter gave me a black coffee and a cappuccino for Denver.
We sipped first before going to our main topic.
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