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Aiden Zhane walked into the entrance of her local coffee shop and sighed, running on autopilot as she placed her order - a large black coffee, dark roast like her soul - and wove through the crowded seating area, finally finding a creased leather couch in the corner to perch herself on. Ss she sipped her coffee, there was only one place her mind was wandering.
Brita. she was so rude, so aggressive-
So beautiful.
‘Is this seat taken?’ called a voice from above Aiden’s table, and she raised her head to meet the eyes of whoever it belonged to.
‘Back where I’m from, we just take empty seats, but I thought it better to ask.’
Aiden decided, in the interest of preserving whatever dignity she had left, to play dumb.
‘Oh?’ she replied, trying to force a natural-looking expression of curiosity. ‘And where are you from?’
‘New York,’ the voice replied as its owner slipped into the seat opposite Aiden, ‘But you knew that.’
‘I did?’ Aiden responded, taking another sip of her soul coffee. ‘i don’t think you’ve mentioned it before.’
‘Don’t get smart with me, Zhane,’ Brita snapped, slamming her fist on the table and watching as gravity itself was defied and Aiden's coffee went flying into her face, matting her signature wig to her forehead. ‘I came here to make amends.’
‘There are no amends to make, you whore,’ Aiden yelled, her face dripping with coffee.
‘Fuck you, you clown ass bitch,’ screamed Brita, her volume matched only by air sirens used in military bases.
The two went on to marry and adopt two lovely children, whom they raised lovingly and sent off into the world with a smile.