I've been watching the impatient waiter eyeing me for several minutes now . I get the hint - I need to leave - but I'm too stubborn to move . His piercing green eyes scanning over me is really getting under my skin. After several more seconds of his extremely annoying inspection regarding me, I eventually speak up, clearing my throat. "Excuse me, is there a problem?"
The young man's forehead crinkles with anxiety. His cheeks grow red and he begins to splutter "I was...I." The words trip clumsily out of his mouth. "We closed seven minutes ago."
I let out a sarcastic sigh. "You should have just said." I replied, collecting my stuff with speed.
He allowed himself an exasperated laugh. "You knew exactly what the problem was..."
I offered him a swift smirk before opening the creaking door and exiting the pocket sized cafe.
The street was an inky black and for a small moment I felt slightly disoriented as I fumbled clumsily for my keys. Eventually, I managed to hit the unlock button and the street was filled with a golden glow coming from by headlights. I empty my stuff into the boot of the car and slowed it some time to heat up before I set off home.
I gently thread the key through the key hole in fear of waking up my younger brother, who was surely asleep by now.
"Honey, is that you?" I heard my mum call from the living room.
I crept across the Kittchen and peeked my head through the double doors that led to the living room. "Hey." I said. "Sorry, I've just been to the cafe."
My dad checked his watch pointedly. "It's 11:15." He said. "Harry went to bed two hours ago."
I groaned. "He's seven ." I protested. "I'm seventeen!"
"We'll disguise this in the morning!" My mum said, ushering me up to my room.
"Whatever..." I whisper, creeping back across the kitchen.
