Two hours had passed since my parents had proposed to go for a walk. We intended to walk around the neighborhood for a while, but before we knew it we were on Oxford Street. After all our new flat was located pretty close to the London centre.
Finally my parents allowed to go to the Starbucks at 425 Oxford Street for a refreshment. The coffee shop seemed to be much larger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. We ordered our coffees and followed the stairs downstairs. It wasn't crowded at all, in fact it was very pleasant. As my father sat down he admitted that he'd have to reconsider his opinion about Starbucks.
My mother asked if I wasn't nervous for starting school the day after tomorrow. I confessed to be terrified, but excited at the same time. Then, because she and my father had continued to chat about business I couldn't follow, I announced that I needed to go to the toilet. They were too busy to notice.
"17:43", appeared on my phone screen. Busy typing in my password, I collapsed into someone. 'Shit! I'm sorry!' I mumbled, looking at a boy who now had coffee spilled all over his black shirt. His brown eyes gazed down at the mess from his, now empty, cup and his hand through his quiffed hair. I actually thought he looked handsome until he opened his mouth. 'Sorry won't save my shirt', he grunted annoyed. 'Excuse me?' I raised my eyebrows. He now looked up at me. 'You ruined my shirt', he repeated, gesturing at his shirt and the cup as if I didn't understand. 'Yeah, I noticed', I said sarcastically. While he took a deep sigh he rolled his eyes. 'It was as much your fault as mine,' I replied, feeling very insulted. 'I know, sorry. I din't mean to be rude', the boy answered with an actual look of sorrow on his face. 'Whatever,' I mumbled and walked past him. Until I closed the toilet door behind me I felt his gaze following me.
When I returned to rejoin my parents I chose to ignore him trying to apologize again as I paced pass his table. I noticed he had put on a jumper of his dirty shirt and felt slighty guilty. Then I shook my head and sat down with my family. What an asshole.
