He eyes him as he walks into the shop, narrowing his eyes as he watches him order a blt sandwich and some coffee. He sighs and gets up as well, ordering his own favorite "meal". (Which was a chocolate chip cookie and a Hazelnut shot coffee that was extra light and extra sweet. He had to have it specific) He then walks over and sits across from him with his hands on the table ..You. Who the hell are you? What do you want from me? Why do you keep bumping into me? Are you following me?
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