Sitting outside Starbucks, waiting patiently for something -- anything, to happen. The wind starts to get stronger, and my fingers are getting numb and hard to control. The lights are dim, my earphones are plugged in and a sad ballad is slowly playing; perfect atmosphere to be depressed. I decide to shift to a happier location.
I pack up, turn, and this man is blocking the way with his legs propped up on another chair while he occupies one. He isn't even drinking anything. I politely request for him to make way, and after several futile attempts his friend motions to him. He looks at me with that kind of look, then he moves and I pass. He mutters under his breath, complaining.
I slap him.
Nah, in my mind.
(LOL super irritated, so I'm expressing it CIVILISED-LY in a fanfic kind of writing style, instead of COMPLAINING. He's a freeloader somemore. SO PISSED!!!! But I'm sitting at a warm corner inside Starbucks now! Yay I feel better after complaining. YOU, GO TO HELLLLL!)
Okay bye ;) Will be back on the 31sttttttt!
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