Jessie
He walked around London scrubbing his shoes on the floor, it was a habbit. He didn't even notice he was doing it until his father would moan, "Jes, can you please lift your feet up" to that he would roll his eyes and exaggeratedly stomp his feet, being the hormonal moody kid he was.
His grey hoodie was his second skin. That was always the thing he reached for when getting dressed, along with his scruffy jeans.
Walking around the capital city, he wondered what to do. He came here every day, not having anything planned. It was a little promise he made to himself, otherwise he'd be stuck in his dark apartment all day. Sometimes he would roam around in shops, searching for stuff he doesn't already have. Sometimes he'd go to a pub for some chips or a breakfast. And sometimes he'd walk into a cute little cafe, order a black coffee and a biscuit and watch the people of London walk past him. To their jobs, wife, kids, to their homes. And there he sat. Not knowing where to go next.
Skimming all the shops' names, one by one, asking himself if feels like walking in. He landed on one that made him stop.
The job centre
Quickly brushing off the fluffls on his hoodie, fixing his hair, he pushed the heavy door to the place that may change his life.
An old woman with big round glasses and a unimpressed expression slowly looked up from her computer and eyed the young lad up and down. Raising a - badly drawn on- eyebrow with false genuine she exclaims,
"So what can I do for you today, sweetheart?"
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RomanceJessie is an unemployed 25 year old scurrying the streets of London, living off benefits and a small weekly "allowance" of £40 from his ashamed parents. Wondering what to do with his life, besides sitting at his one-bedroom flat whilst chugging beer...
