#inspired by my own inability to correctly spell Bradley...

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Bradely.

Bradlie.

Bradly.

Brady.

Bradly.

Breadly.

Beadley.

Badley.

Bradli.

Bradlye.

He's pretty sure he's getting trolled by the barista. It's been well over a week and his name has never been spelt correctly on his cup. And the guy, Jake, he knows Bradley's name; he says it every morning when Bradley walks in on his way past. He's a regular now.

He doesn't care, it's not like it effects his day at all. The drink inside the cup is correct and delicious and that's far more important to him at seven in the morning.

He just can't help wondering it if Jake is doing it on purpose, or is maybe just a really bad speller. He doesn't want to make the guy feel bad by correcting him. Also, saying anything would involve actually talking to him, which other than the first day, where he'd placed his order and given his name he hasn't said more than two words to him. Morning. Thanks.

The second morning Jake had just greeted him by name, asked if he wanted the same again and Bradley had just nodded dumbly, because the hot barista remembered his name and his coffee order. He just can't spell his name correctly. Bradley can deal with that.