A girl walked into a coffee shop. She ordered her coffee mocha like every other day. Then the regular boy that she see’s everyday as well was waiting patiently behind her in line. She always had a thing for him. Well with his blonde hair, tan skin, and somewhat awkward movement, she thought he was perfect. He tapped her on the shoulder, and told her that her shoes were untied. She then fainted, banged her head on the marble floor of the upscale Starbucks, and died. The end.