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Grant
Two and a half weeks later, I stared through the smudged glass window of The Coffee Bean at the mostly empty location. During the school year, the small coffee shop was jam packed with students studying. I’d brought Ari here once when I’d first been pursuing her. I could see our booth from where I was standing.
A girl jostled me out of the way as she reached for the door. “Excuse me,” she said in a way that made her sound like a rude b***h.
“Sure thing,” I said sarcastically.
All I had to do was go inside.
Open the door.
Walk one foot in front of the other.
Sit down.
It was that simple. And yet…that difficult.
Why had I agreed to do this? All the confidence and f*****g swagger in the world couldn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Yet, I couldn’t go back now.
