Double Order

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Every morning at 7:15 AM, Mira ordered the same thing. An oat milk latte with a dash of cinnamon. And every morning, the barista, Leo, would nod and make it without her even speaking. It was their little routine until the day Mira walked in and saw herself already standing at the counter.  

Same messy bun. Same oversized sweater. Same order 

“Oat milk latte, cinnamon, please."

Leo blinked between them.

“Uh. Double today?"  

Mira’s double turned slowly, locking eyes with her. Then she smiled—a little too wide—and said,

"You’re late."

The real Mira backed toward the door, but the double just laughed and vanished into the crowd outside. Leo stared at the abandoned latte on the counter. The name sharpied on the cup Mira. But Mira never gave her name all the time she went there.