I grab my keys and run out the door,locking it.
I'm running late for work and I don't like being late.
It wasn't my fault anyway,stupid coffeemaker for not working.
I thought about going to the coffee shop near my place but decided to skip my drink for the day.
I didn't wanna be any later than I already was.
Once outside I didn't even bother looking in the boys direction.
I knew he wasn't there.
He seems to only be there at night,when I'm returning from work.
I can't help but wonder where he is in the morning.
I wonder if he likes coffee too.
