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[Color=black][font=georgia][ i'll just try to jump in here, and alright, but if it gets too complicated with two people and all that don't be afraid to tell me i have to leave. thank you by the way ^^ sorry for my sucky form. ]
i sit at the coffee shop in a booth, sipping on an iced mocha. i eagerly drink fast, and look around the place. i have been here several times, and i know most of the waiters, a few new people, a few who come here very often. i am one of the lather, which you can probably already tell by when i said i've been here many times. i tug on the little strings on my jacket, which is old and slowly falling apart, yet i fail to get rid of the dang thing. my stupid rule on sentimental value and all that junk. i button it up as i prepare to leave, after my mocha is only half full, and look outside at the rain going pitter patter against the windows. i decide to stay a bit longer until mum calls. she said she would call when auntie got to london, and i decide there is no point in leaving to my apartment, only to leave again, so i move to the trash can and throw away my cup, then go back to the booth, and look for any new texts or missed calls.