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>> mishap

 If being wrong's a crime, I'm serving forever
If being strong's your kind, then I need help here with this feather
- Swingin' Party by Lorde

 "I'm sorry sir but I'm afraid that you cannot come into this establishment" the stuck up waitress said before I even stepped into the quaint looking café that smelled so delicious I just couldn't resist.
"And why is that, miss?" I asked, feigning innocence. I knew very well—I scared her. She stared at my face for a very long moment, her gaze drifting down my neck where the tattoo continued.
"I am afraid that you might disturb our customers" she said, keeping her nose high in the air.
"I assure you that I don't talk very loud, I just want to drink some coffee and read my book"

The girl somehow seemed surprised by my playing dumb act, she seemed shocked that I was even reading.
"That is not what I am implying—" but she couldn't even say that she thought my tattoos might make people uncomfortable.
"Then what are you implying?" I asked, leaning against the door frame and consequently bringing me closer to her.

She smelt like coffee beans and sweat. Not a particularly appealing combination if you ask me. The girl straightened up, her nose rising even further into the sky.
"You're very arrogant you know that?" she snapped, clearly uncomfortable with being this close to me. I just grinned and lowered my eyes to the pavement.
"If you will not let me in, can I at least get a coffee to go?" I hadn't had coffee in a few days and my time was lost without it.

The girl sneered at me but didn't reject my request
"That is acceptable" she said and then disappeared inside the firefly lit café to make a coffee. I just chuckled slightly to myself and leant against the window pane outside and watched the occasional car go by or pedestrian walking home.

Five minutes past and the waitress came out with the steaming coffee in a paper cup with a lid.
"Thank you" I said deeply to her. She tipped her head to me and went back into the café. Sipping the hot liquid, it was such a miracle to taste coffee again. Despite her bitchiness she was quite a talented barista.

This end of town was filled with quirky and quaint cafés and shops. However the only downside was the seedy looking corridor alleys. They always gave me the creeps. They were too many places for someone to hide in for me to confidently walk in between buildings. But I never hesitated to look down them as I walked by, it was always interesting to see what a business's rubbish contained.

But tonight I wish I had not looked. And then maybe I did. All I know is that I never want to see anything like it again or God forbid make me go blind.