Death Makes an Artist
Death Makes an Artist"Yixing!" Luhan called to the boy from the other room.
Lay approached. "What is it?"
"Wanna go out for coffee?"
"You really love your Americano, don't you," he sighed teasingly. "Sure."
"I'll drive!" The older perked.
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"You're already halfway through yours? But I haven't even finished putting sugar in mine..." Lay laughed.
"I saved the other half for you, Yixing," Luhan slid his Starbucks to him. He smiled. Lay drank that one first.
"I should start getting Americanos, wow, this is delicious."
"See? Told you I'm not crazy!" Luhan chuckled.
"Wha...? He's laughing, but," A passerby looked in through the window. "He's alone..."
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