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Protecting.me-SxS Chapter 1
"Thank you for everything."
His words rang in her ears as her heart swallowed the guilt of letting her former teammate walk off without putting up a fight.
Boy who was she kidding , she was absolutely no match for Uchiha Sasuke.
The boy she has welled up over for years, her focus everything was eyes on him ... no not hands she couldn't get that close.
She woke up and looked up at the clock that has been riddled with dust from the lack of loving care she gave her apartment.
She had a few more minutes before she had to report to the library and begin her daily schedule of studying.
So she managed to magnetically drag her prolapsed body of the chair and pour herself some coffee.
Oh who cares if that thing was expired...the girl needed all the caffeine she could get to refuel her exhausted and worn out body.
Not realizing she had fell asleep on a book and the text was half imprinted on her forehead from all the sweat that was pressed against it she walked out in he
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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