Eight Steps
Nick ached for her; he had for weeks, since they first met.
Elle Mason measured five foot six. Honey-highlighted, shoulder-length cocoa hair cupped her jaw line. Large doe eyes rested upon ample cheek bones. She spoke through full lips and a perfect smile.
Elle, thirty-one, owned and operated Perks coffeehouse. The shop featured floor-to-ceiling front windows, exposed brick and maple floors throughout, jazz piped in via steal beam-mounted speakers, and a stocked oak bookcase that spanned an entire wall. Roasted Central American aromas wafted upon the echoes of footsteps and patron chatter.
Nick made his way two steps closer to the register. Three more people and they’d be face to face again, like each Monday through Friday morning. MORE
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