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"Black coffee"

"Seriously? All of this fancy cara-ccino venti latte bullshit and you get plain coffee?" She nodded and he chuckled, pulling her hand up and pressing a kiss on the back of it "That’s the Haven I remember, the one who likes the simple shit"

The barista asked Carular black coffees," his expression daring her to try to correct his lingo She siroaned when he saw the price

"I have so into her pocket "I think"

"Don’t even dare," he said, shooting her an incredulous look "I’d rob the place before I let you pay"

She re out a twenty-dollar bill The wo him warily, and he slipped a ten into the tip jar on the counter

"That was generous," Haven commented

"Yeah, well, I kinda just threatened to rob the place, so I figured I probably shouldn’t stiff them on top of it"

"You wouldn’t actually rob the place, though," she said confidently

"No, I wouldn’t," he replied "As long as I wasn’t ordered to, anyway"

Car her to a table in the corner away from everyone else They sat and Car from the taste "This shit is bitter"

She took a drink of hers "Tastes fine to ar as he could fit, adding some creamer to make it a bit more tolerable, but he still had no desire to drink it They chatted as Haven sipped her coffee, and he listened intently as she told hi to school and creating art, about the people she had met and the friends she hadthe details of his father’s death on the news

"This wasn’t the first time I wanted to come When I was in Charlotte, I ran out in the ht and took a cab to the bus station" She laughed humorlessly at the memory "I was out of my mind, hadn’t slept in a while Your father stoppedabout at Celia’s"

Caraped at her "You could’ve been arrested for suspicious behavior The cops don’t fuck around, you know Everyone’s worried about terrorished it off "I don’t look like a terrorist"

"Well, neither do I, but looks don’t mean shit"

"But you aren’t a terrorist," she refuted "So that proves my point"

"No, it doesn’t," he said "It doesn’t prove shit I terrorize people"

"That’s not the sa her eyes as annoyance flashed across her face "You’re being too hard on yourself"

"No, you’re just being too easy on me," he said "You don’t even know"

"Then tell me," she said seriously

"I can’t"

"You can’t tell e "Or is it just that you don’t want to tell me because you don’t want me to know?"

"It’s because you don’t want to know Trustto run out that door because of so," she said "If you can’t tell s from me just because you believe it’s better if I don’t know the," he said "You’ll look at me and you won’t see me anymore You’ll see thes I’ve done, so excusejust me"

She opened herher elbows on the table andcloser to Carmine "Have you had to, uh?"

"Kill?" he asked, finishing her question She glanced around anxiously toHe could see the curiosity in her eyes, but he could also see the apprehension That was so he never wanted from her "Would it make a difference?"

"No," she said "If you did, I know it’s because you had to"

"Then why are you asking?"

"I just want to know"

"No"

She looked at Car to tell hed "That’s the answer, Haven No"

"Oh" She was quiet for a ht "Is that what you see when you look in the mirror? The people you’ve hurt?"

"It’s hard to see the good when there’s so ood" She sht help you to talk to soh You shouldn’t keep it all bottled in"

"I’ his head

"I know," she said "I meant, like, a professional"