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Curious Coffee Break

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             I’m still not sure how magic came into the conversation over our coffee break, but it managed somehow. It wasn’t so much an unexpected guest brashly deciding to drag a third wicker chair into the middle of our morning; rather, magic entered as an overly-attentive waiter who was clearly aiming for a 20% tip. Little amenities became ours at the tilt of a brow, at the turn of a minute desire. Jonathon’s Frappuccino (butterbeer, with lots of cream) came frothing back up to the brim every time he emptied it—there was never any less cream, either. As for me, my muffin was making faces at the napkin; I was snickering and waiting for the two to kiss and make up.

            “Tell me,” Jonathon remarked as his strudel hovered expectantly near his left ear and whispered, Bite me, bad boy, in breathy falsetto. “How did it come to this?”

            “Well.” I paused for a moment, recollecting my husband’s overly-cordial request for the best seat in the house. “You said the magic word.”

Another free write for fantasy class. I don't really know what happens to my brain at 3pm.

175w. I'll be adding onto this, maybe.
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