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"the truth is, i actually don't really care for black coffee." lana admitted.

"really? why do you always order it in the shop?" i asked confused.

"because, i saw that while you stared at me in the counter, you always sipped on black coffee. then the first day we met you said how much you loved black coffee."

"yeah but why did you have to act like you loved black coffee?" i smiled, kissing her plump lips.

"baby girl," she started seductively. "i wanted to connect with someone about something other than my fame."

*lowercase intended*