The Last Psycho

Yuki Asahina

Esseta O

English

I stepped through the door of the building, a small café on the corner of the street. This place has quite the reputation, I figured I’d give it a go since I was new in town.

But when I pushed open the café door, I spotted the most handsome guy I’d ever seen wiping the counter from behind the register. The longer I looked at him, the faster my heart started to beat until it felt like it would beat right out of my chest.

“What can I get ya?” he said with a grin. Resisting the urge to say “a date,” I asked, “What’s your favorite thing here?”

“Easy.” He grabbed a strawberry tart from the display.

I hate tarts. I’m also allergic to strawberries. But he looked so eager, and I wasn’t that allergic…

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