o recognize one guy here from Forbes magazine!" she exclaimed as she glued

? We have three weeks left before exams and I have this stupid essay due in two d

t if a client actually bought your art and pays you a

second, I

ut it. But now that she mentio

dad once painted a mural

've never se

ronto. But if I have the money,

ually really sw

bed a textbook to hide my blushing che

the coffee shop instead? We can take our

wed. "But the coff

k hot chocolate. They're really good especially i

sity students. During exam season, the crowd was twice as much because of

packed up her MacBook in her purse and closely held o

the same time- especially now that you're single," Erin winked and s

parka and snow boots. And in about fifteen minutes, we reached the coffee shop. The aroma of coffee in

d than I expected." Erin s

and almost every seat

at a corner seat for two and practically dra

took out my laptop and to my dismay; it was already down to thirty perce

lf: save up fo

ed down in search for an outlet. A minute had passed when I grunted in annoyance. It

an available outlet. With little luck, I found a vacant one tw

plug-" I froze the moment I rec

e had our last conversation; his presence was a living proof that I once fell

that I never met before. It seemed like they were working on a group project s

lug from my hand and did what I requested. I w

gain. I just want to check that you're alright." He said in a sincere tone.

I don't need your mediocre "care" okay? Don't tell me you forgot that someone

spun around to go back to our table. I heard Jack cursed at his friends

our table, stirring her hot ch

omputer and the outlet was all

up of coffee with extra shot of espresso. "Here's your

. "Did you s

lan on rotting in bed for the rest of your life, crying like a widowed woman after your br

an that, and my hymen is still int

r hymen intact 'till marriage!" She even put

I was able to continue on writing the essay. Despite the bac

always been a habit) and my eyebrows furrowed when

clicked it and skimmed the mes

life. My heart wouldn't stop beating fast

-read the message for me. Without a doubt, e

d back to reality. "This is serious stuff!?

ight? I guess it's serious." I replied, acti

affled. "Did I tell you th