Strawberries Prologue(Rough) Prologue: Names The café was small, rustic of sorts and didn't look all that shitty, compared to the current depression. It had small brick walls; each signed in sharpie or engraved with a heart and two initials inside. I sighed, that would never be me. The neon read "Café Luna". Did they sell cups of moon shine with their biscotti? I chuckled at my own stupidity as I pressed open the door. Bells jingled and the girl behind the counter welcomed me before turning around to grind ice for something cold. A few couples scattered themselves amongst the cheery blue booths. I wondered if they had their names in the collage outside. A guy sat by himself towards the back. I couldn't see his face because of his shaggy dark red hair and because he was staring at his cup like it was telling him the answers to happiness in the light swirls of cream.I tapped the silver bell trying to grab the girl's attention but the sound of the ice being crushed was too loud. Instead I wait
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