Size 14 Is Not Fat Either
Chapter One
Barista Boy
Sex in a cup
Can't you ask me out
Instead of "Wassup?"
"Barista Boy"
Written by Heather Wells
The guy behind the counter is checking me out. No, really.
He's hot, too. Well, in a twenty-year-old barista kind of way. I bet he plays the guitar. I bet he stays up way too late at night, strumming, the way I do. I can tell by the slight shadows under his long-lashed green eyes, and the way his curly blond hair is sticking up in spikes all over his head. Bed head. No time to shower before work, because he was up so late practicing. Just like me.
"What'll it be?" he asks me. But with a look. A look that definitely says, I'm checking you out.
I know I'm the one he's checking out because there's no one in line ... read full excerpt from Size 14 Is Not Fat Either ebook