Mr. Steal Your Girl

At a table for two inside a hipster cafe, Clay Wind stares at two crème brûlée frappuccinos in front of him.

The drinks are visual masterpieces complete with pricey caffeine shots, whipped cream, and drizzle add-ons. As a black coffee guy, filling out the order slip for them was like filing his taxes.

Even the barista was skeptical when Clay ordered.

“Whaaat? Dudeee. You order a black coffee every. single. day. What are you doing?”

“Ah, I just… I dunno.”

“Oh. My. Gosh. You ordered two? You like someone!” She waves to another female barista making drinks. “Clay ordered two!

“Whaaat? Nooo way!” She yells back. “Who’s the other drink for?”

“Wait… Is it that one girl? What’s her name? She comes in every Thursday around this time and orders a crème brûlée frappuccino. Ooh, it’s on the tip of my tongue…”

Katie. Clay remembers.

“Uh, I don’t wanna… I’m just taking a chance, I guess. We’ll see.”

“Aww. So adorbs. Good luck!”

She passes Clay the drinks.

He drops a twenty in the tip jar.

Glancing out the cafe window, he spots familiar legs in pink-colored heels.


Clay watches her read the daily specials scribbled on the window. She looks sweet as caramel drizzle in her short pink dress.

Frowning at the specials, she walks away.

Clay leaps from his chair and runs out.

“Katie!” He calls, trying to keep up.

She frowns and continues walking.

“Katie, wait!”

“My man, come here.” A guy feeding a parking meter says, motioning Clay over.

“What is it?”

“You were calling for that girl, the one with the pink dress?”

Clay nods. “Why?”

“That’s not her name, bruh. I know her. We work in the same building.”

“No, no, her name is Katie. I see her at the cafe. The barista calls her by that name.”

He snickers. “Kasie!”

The guy falls in beside Kasie, greeted with a smile.

Frozen on the sidewalk, Clay watches them leave together.

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