“Here’s your coffee,” I told Xavion because he has been texting me to get him coffee since the moment I woke up. He’s so annoying and frustrating but I needed to just endure the remaining days as his slave. He couldn’t do anything if I reject him if he courted anyway. That’s just easy to solve.
He smiled at me brightly before giving me another cup of coffee. “For you,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes. “You already bought your coffee and you still asked me to run here to give you yours?” He’s crazy! What is he really doing with his life anyway? Does he really just want to make my life miserable?”
He frowned at me. “I didn’t buy this for me, though. I bought this for you.”
I scoffed. Damn it! Why am I even asking if he’s crazy? He’s a lunatic! Who in the world would think that way?
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