Territorial
Sep 1st, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Allison refused to budge. By all rights, she was entitled to stay in this booth as long as she liked. She’d bought a latte after all, never mind that had been well over three hours ago.
She looked around the coffee shop, hoping to find an empty table somewhere else she could direct the interlopers. They were in the midst of the lunch rush, however, when all the students got out of classes. There really were no other options.
“I suppose we can share.” Allison grudgingly scooted over and made room for the happy couple.
Oh, how she hated them.
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