How I Met My Master Ch 02
He was a tall, slim moccaccino with four sugars and extra soymilk froth. For someone with those eyes, I expected something strong –something dark, black, and bitter. But for whatever reason, it seemed he liked things sweet. How ironic. I watched him carefully from my seat in the back of the coffeehouse. It was 12:17, and I should have been making my way to a 12:30 class, but instead, I was hunkered down at a booth, pretending to read the newspaper. I peered over the edge at my target, and...