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The one luxury I allowed myself drenched a shirt I couldn’t afford to have dry cleaned My rare-treat croissant was now squished on the bottom of his shoe

“I didn’t expect so down the street like a linebacker”

His scowl deepened “I love how this is enerous mood I probably would’ve offered to buy you another coffee—”

“I don’t need your charity” Tuggingfor napkins to sop up some of the mess

“Good, because I didn’t plan on offering Did you as left of your croissant?” Pointedly followingoff my formerly buttery, flaky, pastry

I’d never wanted face-ical ha and turn hiritted etting covered in coffee too “Have a nice day, asshole”

He brushed past me “Have a nice life, lady,” he called over his shoulder

I glared before turning back to round It would be ly at the one perfectly intact chocolate chip sitting straight up on the sidewalk Poor guy, made it this far only to end up as pavement paint

Checking the time, I could add ‘almost late’ to the list of the ways my life had been thrown into a tailspin And I’d been doused with an entire cup of e—fast

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‘Sorry, careful!’ had been on ue before she’d opened her mouth and unleashed on me like the crash had been all my fault

Yes, I’d been on my phone and distracted before our collision, but so was she

Yes, I’d failed to catch her or the cup of coffee that had splattered all over her

Yes, I’d been kind of di