The Barista had friends in low and high places. He was known for protecting the innocents from monsters, and I was just another human in the line of humans he had kept from death’s greedy hands. Sometimes it made me wonder about him. Why did he think he had to save everyone and help them find love?
At this point I’m so addicted to the baristas slowly developing story that I will read all of these fucken books even if the rest somehow suck
