We Met Every Day at the Same Café, but We Spoke for the First Time on the Last Day
Two regulars at a café finally speak on their last day meeting, discovering they'd been watching each other all along.
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"You come here often, don't you? I do too." I said, handing her a cookie on a plate.
She spoke with a smile as if she'd been waiting for this moment. "You're wearing a white hat today?"
Oh no, I don't have any other color hat. I quickly popped the cookie from the table into my mouth.
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