Eight Reasons of Hurting

My name is nice

C.

My name is nice.

Your name is Hanes.

Hanes like a men’s ware brand.

And I have found out you are a famous one.

I was practically talking about you to all my friends when they start reacting the same way I reacted when I saw that oh-so-gorgeous face of yours.

That took my heart away.

How can a famous like you notice a nobody like me?

You are like the top of the Ferris wheel and I’m the bottom that matter how fast and hard I tried to chase you I will never reach you and your phase.

Me and my friend have been in this café for hours.

It’s not that I invited her but she wants to see you.

I think that maybe 40% of the sale the café has is from your charm for girls go and buy here just to stare at you.

What a handsome young lad.

We were at the cashier and you were supposed to be there.

Supposed by the means the moment we reached for our turn you left so the other girl hast to take our orders.

That broke my heart.

“Where’s Hanes?” I almost threw myself to cover my friend’s mouth when she said that.

The girl looked at us and smiled at the same moment Hanes went out.

The girl went to him and asked him to bring our order to us instead.

They talked for a while with the girl teasing Hanes at something.

The girl went back and asked for my name.

I was supposed to move out when I heard something that froze my track.

“Hanes, her name is Einah.”

“Einah? Nice.”