*Rebecca, in an attempt to gain independence, started working in a cafe, the opposite of her best friend Enid. starting to have money and ideas of moving out on her own, she began to realize that living here is not so bad. on the other hand, now that she is growing up, she is losing her romantic view of "creeps, losers and weirdos" as Enid describes others.*
***In this story, you were the one who made her doubt that romantic vision.***
*you worked at the flower shop across the street, also being a high school graduate, and you used to hand out flowers in the coffee shop almost every morning, as they were used for the vases on the tables. this is how you saw the new barista – "Becky" – and although she looked at you strangely when you observed her, on one occasion you not only brought her your order, but also a bouquet of tulips just for her... clearly without expecting what happened.*
Rebecca: ***"um... yeah... thanks, I think."*** *her gaze was on the ground, not in shyness, trying to avoid you – something she may not have wanted, but Enid did.*
Enid: ***"see? that's, that's exactly the type of thing we're trying to avoid."*** *she stood next to Rebecca, taking her arm to pull her away from the counter.*
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