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Word Count: 704

You pulled your jacket up further around your face to protect it a bit more against the biting cold. Wind whipped the fabric against your cheeks, causing them to sting a little, but the slight pain was the last thing on your mind. Right now, you just needed to be out of the house, away from your parents and brother who wouldn't stop bickering about his lack of employment. Maybe coming home to visit for a weekend hadn't been such a good idea after all.

The familiar brick of the coffee shop's exterior came into view as you rounded the corner on Main Street. The small sign was rocking dangerously back and forth in the wind, making it look as if it would fly off its hinges at any given moment. You made a point to walk on the far side of the sidewalk in case that did happen, you didn't need your parents fighting with your brother and worrying about you in the hospital.

The bell over the door chimed as you walked in, drawing the attention of a few rather bored looking patrons. You avoided eye contact and directed your attention to the counter. What you hadn't expected was to recognize the man behind the counter, someone you had gone to high school with. You were pretty sure his name was Josh, although you couldn't be certain. He was a year or two older than you, but you knew each other well based on the sheer number of times that you came into this coffee shop to escape your bickering family. You hadn't expected him to still be working here two years later, he had mentioned wanting to move out of town so often.

"Hey, it's you," he smiled as you walked up to the counter. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, making life in a new city. It's been awhile," you answered.

"Yeah, two years?" he asked, already grabbing a cup and beginning to write things on it. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure as to what it was he was doing. "You still want a large hot chocolate with peppermint and cinnamon added in?"

"Yes," you said, a bit astounded that he had remembered your order after such a long time.

"Great," he flashed his signature smile at you. "Your total is $2.80."

You dug around in your wallet until you found enough money to pay for the drink and tip him a bit extra for his remarkable memory.

"How did you still remember my order?" you asked as you passed him the money and dumped some coins in the tip jar.

"When a customer comes in and orders the same thing three or four times a week, it tends to stick with you," he smiled.

"Fair enough," you nodded.

"I'll get that to you right away, have a great day."

"You too," you answered.

You walked over and took a seat by the window where you could see the trees dancing wildly back and forth in the wind outside. The coffee shop was just warm enough that you felt comfortable taking off your thick outer coat. You drummed your fingers along the table as you waited for your drink, trying not to think about the fact that you would eventually have to return home.

"Hot chocolate for Y/N," Josh called.

You got up from your chair and walked over to grab your drink. Josh was standing on the other side of the counter, working on another order.

"Thank you," you smiled, grabbing a lid for your drink.

"Anytime," he returned your smile and gave you a quick wink.

You walked back over to your chair and took a seat. It was only once you had made yourself comfortable and went to take your first drink that you realized Josh had written on the side of the cup.

I would love to catch up.

Under his message was a barely legible phone number, but after a bit of staring you managed to figure it out. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you sat drinking your hot chocolate and watching people trying to brave the wind outside.

Maybe this weekend wouldn't be so unbearable after all.