As I walk to the depths of New york, I wonder about that boy on the train. He was so nice...and confused, it was kinda funny.
I walk around NYC, looking at all the beautiful sights. Thanks to the snow, New York is a winter wonderland.
I get lost, and run into a cafe. I walk inside, seeing a boy in a red sweater...I think. Again? Really? Gosh he's everywhere.
I walk up to the counter and ask for what I want. The cashier smiles a bit. "Alright..that'll be uh...$20.25 today."
"Okay then.." I say, pulling out some cash and giving it to them. "You're all set. Just wait for your order." I smile. "Thank you..uh...Xavier." The cashier smiles again, but this time more brightly.
"No problem. I'll call ya when your drink is ready." I smile and nod, walking away from the counter and sitting down in a chair.
I look over a bit and I see the boy in red, bouncing his leg, nervously. Might as well walk over, right? I tell myself, and I walk over.
"Hey." I say. The boy looks at me. "Oh- Hi there. I didn't know you came in...Sorry I must look like i'm following you..but i'm not- i swear- you know what, i'll just go-"
I grab his wrist gently before. he walks out the cafe. He turns around. "You don't have to leave." I smile.
He laughs nervously and I let go of his wrist. "That's...harassment.." I widen my eyes. "Oh. Well bye then."
I walk away from him, and he grabs me by the shoulders, now that is harassment. I smile and turn around. "Now look who's getting harassed."
"Harassment isn't something to joke about.." He says, his hand on his arm. "Sorry." I say nervous.
Xavier calls my name, and I look behind me. "I gotta- go." I smile, shaking the boy's hand, and going to the front.
What I didn't know, was that "The Boy In Red", was clenching his fists behind me as I hugged the cashier thanking him for my order.
"Thanks so much Xav- Can I call you Xav?" The cashier nods, smiling. "Alright, you got your order, get out." He says sarcastically.
"Can I get your number-?" I say nervously. He nods again. "Yeah sure that's fine. Just don't..spam me."
Xavier gives me his number and I thank him one more time. "Thanks so much." I say, smiling and waving bye. He waves bye back.
I forgot about "The Boy in Red". So I just..walked out, and let me tell you, I regretted that...a lot.
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Bí ẩn / Giật gânDISCONTINUED !! I never thought of myself as what they call "good". I was never good. Infact, I don't wanna be. Who would wanna be "good"!? Not me. Inflicting pain onto others just makes me feel better, i guess.
