I Quit Thinking

CHAPTER 2

I Know Someone

"What do you think?"

My head turns to the side again, a curious knitted brows of a man surprised me. Miguel.

"On the new painted door?" A smile dispatched me. It's been a week since we last left our solid comments and let alone judgements toward the unconscious innocent door. "I prefer not to have a word for it that much."

Miguel looked at me before facing on the road again. "So far, you are indeed different from all the others I've encountered in this City."

"That's quite deep," I slightly laugh. "You'll get used to them, how's your week been?"

"Not as good as that door. I fired two men at work, baked the wrong pie for my customer the other day. Plus, I still couldn't find the right coffee bean that my mother and I grew up gossiping about in every place we go."

I open my mouth, close it again.

"You fired two men, you bake the wrong pie, you still haven't find the right bean."

"I know, right. It's been a rough week, Louie." He takes his eyes off me. "What about you? Still not over with the yellow-orange?"

"I did, already."

"They have a new door now, I find it more suitable than the last one. Deep green with a touch of gold to match the lines on their glass windows."

"I must say it's the only perfect shade for a coffee shop. There's a lot of them down there who uses the same color." I can't stop but shrug my shoulders. It's really obvious that a deep green represents many shops now.

"True. I've seen them yesterday. The stores too." He said, that made me laugh and study him. He's wearing a pair of jeans, leather boots, a white polo with an open colar, no long boards with flying horses in his hand but a cup of coffee from Homie Sight's brand.

Nice. I don't like that brand.

"You work... where?" It's an inappropriate question for some, but I don't find it inappropriate. I find it just curious. It's obvious already, from the fact he just fired two of his men. He has a job. And I ain't still got any.

"Just... around the corner." He replied.

I see. I told you it's inappropriate.

"You know, my mind is still processing what you just said earlier about firing two men, and so on."

"Sorry. It's just.. that I need to manage our family's department store; city branch, and I have to bake some orders every morning. It's part of the store income."

Oh. He's really that busy. "That's great."

"Do you always do this?" He asks when silence started to find us. He's referring to ourselves. "I'm afraid you really find that shop very intriguing." He hisses.

"I say, the latter." I smiled. "But I do always pass here, it's kind of a habit since I live around that way." Even I don't see him right now, I know he's starting to get curious about me too. The green door across the street suddenly opens, revealing a tall-thin figure of a man on his generation; which is 1950's I guess. He's maybe around 70, but looking at him right now seems he still has the same calcium as mine. Still kicking.

And my description of him prove me right the moment he kicked the pink chair on the edge of the shop, which clearly differs from all the other chairs from his shop.

"Holyshit." Miguel says, slowly. "Ah, Louie. I'm going first, I'm opening the store this morning. Let's catch up sometime soon! Yes?" He said while sprinting on his way, asking me over his shoulder. "Don't worry! Don't think about it!"