gauche // minx

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i took a small sip of my coffee, walking on my way to work. 

austin was undeniably hot in july. every once in a while, i was required to wipe a few beads of sweat that'd been forming on my forehead off.

in retrospect, the purchase of a warm drink on a hot summer morning wasn't the best of my ideas, but my worst was moving to texas in the first place so what can you do. besides, of course, simply moving out of texas.

as i was lost in thought, i bumped into someone walking on the sidewalk near my office building. my coffee cup slipped out of my hand, the top popping off (lmao) and spilling onto my white blouse, and most likely this person's clothes as well.

"hey! what the hell is wrong with you? i'm going to something really important, asshole." the woman's irish accent rang out in the silence. what a bitch.

i scoffed looking down at her, "okay, no need to be a jerk about it. i'm on my way to work too."

remembering that i'd taken some napkins from the coffee shop, i dug into my bag and pulled out a wad of them, patting the stain on my blouse and pulling my jacket completely around my chest.

the girl i bumped into looked up at me with an unimpressed expression, "seriously? you're not even gonna try to offer me one?"

"oh my god—" I huffed out a sarcastic laugh, "—are you being genuine right now? you bump into me and demand napkins from me. ridiculous."

she rolled her eyes and shoved herself off the ground, "for the record, you bumped into me," and walked away.

not to restate myself, but oh my god what a bitch.

anyway, i continued my walk to work, making sure that no more women run into me violently. it's a sad life i live.

the door to my office made a quiet click as i locked it. i turned and made my way down the stairs, preparing myself for the long walk to the grocery store.

the day before, i'd completely run out of eggs (the only thing i know how to make), so i was required to buy them, along with various other things i entered into my notes app.

i made my way down the warm streets, skipping to make it seem less long of a walk. as i entered the store, i made my way to the back—where the eggs are kept. when i set my eyes on them, however, i noticed that there was only one carton left of the store brand. i was tight on money and that was the cheapest, so i reached out for it and met another hand.

i looked up from the eggs to find a familiar head of dark hair, and a sour expression as she looked back at me and scorned, "oh. it's you."

we both simultaneously retracted our hands from the carton, "of course you had to show up right now. who even are you?" i shook my head, shooting a glare at her.

"my name is becca. who're you—just so i know the name to blame when something goes wrong in my life," becca smirked at me.

i rolled my eyes at the sorry attempt at a comeback, "hadleigh. don't care to remember it."

"wow, rude," she raised her brow at me.

i put my hand on my ear and motioned for her to listen, "if you listen closely you can hear me not caring."

becca rolled her eyes, turning back to grab the eggs. however, when she looked down to them, she saw a hand take them and run. i turned to see a little old lady hobbling away with the eggs in hand.

"seriously?! oh my god, i'm leaving," she huffed, turning on her heel and leaving the store. i snickered as she was finally gone.

bitches be crazy.