Literature
Hot Coco
Hot Coco
The winter was at its coldest when he walked in the first time. It was mid afternoon, the slowest time at Titan House Coffee and the beginning of Jean Kirschtein's daily shift at the small establishment. He walked through the door, snow flurries in his dark, chestnut hair, a pink flush on his freckled cheeks and a small smile on his face.
"Hello," came the perky greeting from Sasha, Jean's co-worker, friend, and the shop's main cashier (only because it kept her out of the dessert display).
He nodded and approached the counter, standing back enough to read the large menu filled with high priced coffees and cappuccinos. Jean watch