“She’s just a barista,” they whispered whenever I entered the room. I smiled and kept my biggest secret to myself.
The liquid was icy, sugary, and clung to my skin, carrying the scent of expensive citrus and pure disdain. A stream of olive brine trickled down my legs and pooled …
“She’s just a barista,” they whispered whenever I entered the room. I smiled and kept my biggest secret to myself. Read More