Story 1
Before writing names on coffee cups became a thing, I worked as a barista in a small café. There was this incredibly handsome guy who came in four to six times a week—frequent, but nothing too unusual. We flirted a lot, and it seemed mutual. Everything was going great.
Then one day, he walked in with his fiancée. Feeling betrayed, I gave him the cold shoulder from then on.
A month later, I was stunned when two of them walked in together. Turns out, they were twins, and I had unknowingly ruined any shot I had with the single one.
Story 2
My brother, let’s call him Steve, was engaged to Samantha, and they had a child together. One day, she started being secretive with her phone, coming home late, and showing all the telltale signs of cheating.
One weekend, she told Steve she had to attend a work event 250 miles away and would be staying at a motel.
