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Mattie glanced over the Starbucks menu, her mouth watering. After two hours of volleyball, she was parched. What to get? Caramel frappucino? Mint chocolate chip?

Her debate was rudely interrupted by a jab to her ribs. “Mats!”

Mattie turned to her companion. “What?”

“There is a really hot guy by the door.”

“That’s nice.” Her interest vanished as Mattie refocused on her coffee options. Who cared about men when a refreshing drink was seconds away?

“No, I mean it.” The girl’s voice became giddy. “He’s tall, too, and his biceps are a work of art!”

“Mmhmm.”

“C’mon, just one look. I promise you, he’s a stud!”

“What’s he wearing?”

“Jeans. Dark brown T-shirt. Holdin’ a pair of shades.”

Mattie took a peek. Shock became amusement as she leaned to her friend. “The guy’s way too old for us, Lydia. Besides, he’s taken.”

“How can you tell?”

Mattie gave a huge grin. “‘Cause that’s my dad.”

- Fin. -