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There’s only one Starbucks barista that knows how to spell Person A’s name correctly, and it’s totally not because they have a huge crush on them or anything.
“You know you’re the only one who can spell my name correctly.”
Sam looked up from his textbook, peeked out from under his hair, and stared. “What? Oh! Oh, Cas-Hi! It’s…It’s only seven letters.”
The man was smiling at him. “And yet everyone else struggles with it. One woman just writes Clarence on the cup because she’s given up caring that she gets it wrong.”
He felt himself blushing hot. He had never exchanged so many words with the hot theology major before. “That’s, uh, that’s Meg. She’s kind of a bitch. Sorry about that.”
“It’s all right. I just like that you take the time to learn it, since I’ve been coming in every day this semester.” A dark eyebrow raised. “Mainly to see the pre-law kid who studies between making drinks.”
Sam tried to think of who else on the staff was pre-law, then realized his Constitutional textbook was sitting right on the counter. “You mean me?”
Castiel laughed a little.