For a long time, Bess could do naught but stare at this coal-haired beauty as she ordered a soy milk macchiato to go. The girl didn’t seem to take any notice of Bess, as she stood there like an idiot. The girl smiled at the barista, revealing an opaline row of perfectly straight teeth, and thanked him as he reached her the coffee. She put on her jacket before opening the doors, a brisk wind carrying a few fresh snowflakes indoors. “Bye,” the girl told the barista, shooting yet another dazzling smile at him. For many minutes, Bess stood motionless by her chair, before plummeting down into it again.
"Fuck," she swore aloud, chiding herself for her cowardice. Her heart was still pounding forcefully beneath her rib cage, and her cheeks felt warm as she touched them with unsteady fingers. This is ridiculous, Bess tried to tell herself, it was just some pretty girl. Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow there was something more to it than that. Bess scoffed at how silly she was. Yet all the same, she decided that she had to return to the coffee shop tomorrow.

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