entire morning revolved around this thirty-second encounter. And if I timed it poorly and missed it? My whole day would be shit.
I needed it like a shot of adrenaline to start the day.
Every morning, careful to make sure my makeup was perfect and my hair was in place, I’d stop at the coffee shop on my way to work. I’d linger, staring at the rows of gourmet pastries and handcrafted mugs.
And every morning, promptly at ten to eight, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sinful strolled inside and ordered a double shot of espresso to go.
Our routine had gone unchanged for the last ten months, and even though I cherished every second of our time together, we’