Sunday nites at Starbucks page 1 by ric Gustafson
Christos opened the front door and walked in. He shook his umbrella a little bit and put it next to a wall. He slowly walked up to the counter.
" Hello Christos" Reme said with a smile as he handed a hot mug of coffee to a customer. " Would you like your usual tonight?".
" Yes please". He smiled as he glanced around the room.
The young man took a mug and began to make it. After he was done, he handed it to Christos. " Here you are". He grinned. " A skinny latte just the way you like it".
" Thank you Reme".
He walked toward the only table that had an open chair.
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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