The barista takes the cup,
pours the freshly brewed liquid
and hands it back to his regular.

"Then why don't you call the damn chick!
You told me before that you still kept her number right?
So why don't you call her and ask her yourself?"

"That number is

ten

years

old.

I doubt she'll even keep the same number after all those years.
She could've gotten a new phone with a new carrier perhaps."

"You may never know my man.
Hey!
That's your last cup alright?
Come by tomorrow if you still want to continue,
okay dude?"

He flashes a smile
while bringing the cup up to his lips.

Scoffs,

then says,

"We'll see."

He finishes his last cup and exits the premise.