"You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said, not turning around. "You pretend you don't, but you do."
Marcus came home at noon with a hangdog look and a box of donuts. "Dude. About that spell—" spells r us dream girl part 2
I leaned against the doorframe, heart hammering. "How do you know that?" "You take your coffee with cinnamon," she said,
And two months later, when a barista with honey-colored hair asked if I wanted cinnamon in my coffee, I didn't say "How did you know?" About that spell—" I leaned against the doorframe,
"I'm not real," she said quietly. "But I'm starting to feel like I am. And that's the cruel part." She smiled, bittersweet. "Tomorrow morning, the spell ends. I'll vanish. And you'll be left knowing exactly what you wished for—and that it was never going to last."
When I woke up, she was already in my kitchen, wearing my shirt, making pancakes.