"do you want anything?" kaitlin asked.
"um i' legal i'm onl 17," I replied.
"no I meant like coffee or juice or water."
"oh um well i'm cold so coffee. I don't I mean my money...it's in my purse . I fuk..."
"no it's ok it's on me."
" .wow well thank you."
"yeah sure. Where's your coat?"
" 't allowed to bring it."
"oh. It's warm in here."
"i know that always feels good when it's cold out."
although I wasn't a big fan of coffee. But I loved the smell. My dad drank coffee. Which reminded me of him and how he wasn't here. This brought tears to my eyes.
"hey what's wrong?" kaitlin asked.
" stuff."
" . Hey coffee for her," she told one of the male bartenders.
"on it. She looks cold," he said.
"yeah she is."
I wondered what was taking smoker guy so long.