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chapter 2 — The Girl with Coffee-Stained Fingers
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How are you all ❤️❤️
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Hope you are doing well ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
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Let's start with our first chapter 😌😌
Every afternoon at 4:17 PM, Grace Fernandez entered the campus café and sat at her usual table—third from the back, next to the window, always alone.
She liked her world the way she liked her coffee: strong, silent, no sugar.
Grace was the type who remembered the sound of someone’s footsteps before their name. The girl who took detailed notes but never raised her hand. The one who seemed hard to reach—not because she was above people, but because she was always elsewhere.
Except now, someone kept sitting across from her.
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
Hey, Grace
Bliss D'Souza chirped, plopping down like she belonged there. Grace blinked up, caught between an eye-roll and a sigh.
Grace Fernandez/ clg student
Again?
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
Again.
Bliss grinned, placing two drinks on the table.
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
Iced Americano, no sugar… but with two sugar cubes and a sticker you’ll pretend not to notice.
That damn winking cat sticker stuck right on the straw wrapper.
Grace Fernandez/ clg student
I hate sugar. *muttered*
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
*heard it* You hated people too, and yet… here we are.
Grace didn’t smile. But something in her eyes twitched. Something… soft.
They weren’t friends, not officially. Grace didn’t do friends. And Bliss? Bliss had a whole parade of them. She belonged to everyone. She lit up rooms and kissed her besties on the cheek and handed out compliments like candy.
Bliss was different. Calmer. More focused. Like she saw her, and only her.
And Grace had no idea what to do with that.
It started weeks ago, with Bliss just waving in the hallway. Then sitting two tables away. Then one. Then right across from her.
She talked. Grace listened. She laughed. Grace nodded. She brought drinks. Grace drank them. Every time. Even with the sugar.
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
You know...
Bliss said one day, casually flipping her pen between her fingers.
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
For someone who hates people, you stare at me a lot.
Grace Fernandez/ clg student
You talk too much.
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
You write too much.
Grace Fernandez/ clg student
I don’t write— *got interrupted*
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
Lies. *the one who interrupted*
Bliss snatched her notebook.
Bliss D'Souza/clg student
You scribble when you’re flustered. I’m your chaos muse, admit it.
But her ears—absolutely red.
Later that night, Grace sat on her bed, the coffee sticker still in her pocket.
She opened a small, beat-up journal she never let anyone see.
Grace Fernandez/ clg student
"Her fingers were stained with caramel syrup today.
She said my name like it tasted good.
She’s going to ruin me, isn’t she?"
Grace Fernandez was falling in love.
And Bliss D'Souza had no idea she’d already been chosen.
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Let's see what happens in the next chapter 😌😌
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Till then bye bye 👋🏻👋🏻
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♡Healer♡
I'm already head over heels for you darling~
2025-06-30
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♡Healer♡
I'll definitely vote tmrw🤧
2025-06-30
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♡Healer♡
Update more authorshiii 🥺🥺😘
2025-06-30
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