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The bell rang as Coco entered the cafe. Good, she was the first one to arrive. She took her time deciding on a table that maximized comfort and lighting, with proper angles for her to watch the window without being obvious about it. She surveyed its the cafe, noticing only a couple other patrons absorbed in their phones, that the barista had their back turned, and swiftly swapped around chairs from different tables. With a well earned sigh of contentment she sank into her new armchair.

Time to wait.

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Exactly at 10 am the bell jingled with a new customer. Coca tore one eye away from her novel, it was a tall handsome man, but not Sic.

She returned to her book. At 10:21 the bell rang again, this time heralding Sic, who sauntered in wearing her black, subtly sparkling tracksuit like a ballgown.

She flipped her pink sunglasses down with a lazy smile, then squealed, pretense at coolness gone.
“Cocoa!” “SicAHrius!”

“Oh, I’ve got to tell you what Bae did last week. Can you believe she set me up with someone already in a relationship? How is that supporting me as I get over Lord T?” Cocoa already knew the whole story, the mischievous maknae having vacillated between an honest set up for her unni and the tantalizing prank opportunity. She wasn’t going to tell Sic that. “But he called me queen, can you believe it? That soft boy was my fanboy!”

A customer tapped Sic on the shoulder.

She turned to him, frowning, she hated being interrupted, especially when crowing over a new member of her kingdom. Then her jaw dropped.

Cocoa tried to keep her cheering internal.

The man roughly put two drinks on their table. “You must have forgot these at the counter. The barista asked me to deliver them.” As Cocoa too brightly thanked him, Sic mumbled a “do I know you” (she was struggling not to drool over his perfectly chiseled jaw and obvious muscles, special forces, she was already deciding his backstory in her head).

The man suddenly scratched his head roughly and crossed his arms.

“Ahhh chincha I really can’t do this.” Facing Sic, he jabbed his thumb at Cocoa, “Your friend came up with this elaborate plan for us to meet naturally for a blind date. She really, really overthinks things.”

Cocoa shrugged.

“My friend invited me here, but is nowhere in sight, and instead the girl he’s been showing me showing me pictures of is here with one of his coworkers?
Oh, and the barista just happens to ask em to deliver your drinks? What a load of bull, I see exactly what’s happenin…”

A chair loudly clattered as the Tall Man who had entered before Sic, since hidden in the tall armchair Cocoa had strategically placed in a shadowed alcove. He placed his arm around the second man, “Actually, the barista wasn’t part of the plan. I think they just like to mess with people.”

Cocoa glanced at the newspaper she knew Bae to be hiding behind.

TO BE CONTINUED

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