shslblogger
She was never a huge fan of sweets; she never had been. She hated most everything that would rot her teeth after her son got his second cavity. And of course, she was a dentist.
But, oh, every time her grandmother made that buttercream-frosted cake, she had to have at least one slice.
It was hard to believe in something when you were like him. The pain he had endured his life was unimaginable, terrible, absolutely horrendous. So, of course, getting a coffee had become another horrendous experience in his horrendous life.
Until he met the barista.