Of Cookies and Staring Baristas [Starbucks Challenge]

“Let’s go!”

“Go where, Christie? You’ve been dragging me all over the place like a rag for the past few days. Let’s rest!”

“Come on, Leanne, were here to have fun!”

“That doesn’t mean walking till you drop, or seeing all the sights in one day.”

Christie sat beside me, trying to coerce me into leaving with a simple glare.

As if that would work on my nerve dead legs.

I groaned and buried my head in my pillow. “I don’t want to go anywhere.” My voice was muffled.

“Oblige your dear younger sister, Leanne. Be nice for once.”

“Since when haven’t I been nice?”

“Would you come with me if I told you there were cookies involved?”

“Sorry, caught onto you – I baked a batch this morning for my exclusive use.”

“Well, I guess there’s no reason to go to Starbucks now.”

“You betcha.”

There was silence for a while.

“Besides, all the baristas look at me like I’ve grown a third eye.”

My head arose from the pillow, and I tried to duplicate their stare.

“Uh…maybe you could credit it to your bubble pink hair?”

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