CHAPTER TWO

I met Zoey on Yonge street the next day. I was trying to tell myself to breathe, to act cool. Technically, it wasn’t a date. I just met the last few weeks of school last year and found out we had some stuff in common, and that we were both interested at a little window-shopping and movie-watching. So she called a few of her friends ( Read more... )

Meet Sam.

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CHAPTER ONE

Toronto, OT, Canada

The iced coffee machine was being a total idiot. No one had told me it was broken and once my shift started, all hell broke loose. I found myself first trying to stop the flooding milk-brown stuff with my hands. Next , I was standing stupidly with my butt soaked with wet caffeine and angry ( Read more... )

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