I take the coffee from Y/N, going to sit at the table with his friends. I hadn't embarrassed myself too much this time. I only fumbled over a few words. Maybe I'd get up the courage to ask her on a date. Not likely, but a guy could dream. I turned the cup around, wanting to see my name written with her handwriting on the cup, when I saw... a small heart on the cup with a phone number written beside it.
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