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"A regular coffee please. Medium and black."

"Okay. What type?"

"French Roast."

"Of course!" I made a medium cup of our best French Roast around. "Here you go!" I said handing the customer her change. "Thank you, come again! Next, please." A man walked up to the counter this time.

"Uh..." he thought. "I'll just have an Iced Tea." He handed me a five dollar bill. 

"Okay, that will be just a moment." I went and made the order. "Thank you, come again!"

"How's everything going?" asked Matthew, the manager. 

"Perfect now that you're here, " I said as I kissed him on the cheek. It had been nearly two months since Matthew had conducted the interview. Now, we were truly and madly in love, and with that thought out of my head, he leaned in for the real kiss, on the lips. I giggled a bit before the next customer walked up.

"Can I have an iced tea?"

"Hazel!" I exclaimed. 

"Megan? Wow! I didn't recognize you! You look so different!"

"Yeah. You too," I said.

"Oh, I gotta jet. I'll stop by your place tonight okay? So we can like catch up and stuff. That cool?"

"Uh..." I stared at Matthew. He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But you should now, I moved in with Matt." I grabbed a spare napkin and wrote down the address. 

"Oh," Hazel answered back. "Well, yeah. I gotta go! See you tonight!" Hazel ran out the door faster than anyone I had ever seen before.

"Wait!" I called out. "Don't forget your iced tea!"