I Ruined My Chance
I was a Starbucks barista before the whole “names on cups” thing was big—or at least, it wasn’t really practiced in my tiny store. There was this very cute guy who came in maybe 4-6x a week.
A little often, but nothing out of the ordinary. I flirted like mad. He flirted back. It was all great. Then he comes in with his fiancé. I was betrayed and treated him coldly from then on. But I had it all wrong.
A month later, two of them come in together and I find out that he—uh, they—are twins and I’d shot down any chance I had with the single one.
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