"Can I sit here?"
Looks like your cappuccino is cold. It is been a long time? You just smile while pulling out your mild cigarette. I tried to be gentle, igniting fire. I coughed a little because your cigarette smoke blew into my face
This is the lobby of the American Coffee Shop. A place to show off words and numbers, also learn how not to fall in love. Home from work? you ask
"Idle," I said, "You?"
"Currently unemployed," you laugh teasingly
Can I call pretty? No, you say. Just call hyper, again you laugh. "But I guess you're a coward type." And this makes my face look like baking
Twenty minutes before 00:00. You stand up, and lean your face. Feeling a breath of breath, also smells that infiltrate. "One night stand," you whisper
You headed for the parking lot, with a sneering smile, "I guess you're the cowardly type."
God damn it! My head hurts. My blood flow felt like it was flowing fast. Hurriedly I wrote the message, "Ma, tonight I can't seem to go home. Work is piled up. I'm sleeping in the office. Mmf! Kiss far."
I chased you in the parking lot. Where? You open the windshield of your car, smile
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