I told my mum I was spending my day in the cafe.
She just looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows.
So at eleven at night, I was still in the cafe.
*bang* I hit my head on the table. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. My eyes searching for her. She was eating a chocolate danish while looking at a pile of notes on a table far away from mine.
She still wasn't off her work as her apron was still on her.
I stretched my arms and got up from my seat. I walked over to her and sat on the seat opposite her.
"Why are you still working? It's eleven and we still have school tomorrow. " I asked her as I put my arms on the table, resting my head on it.
I was tired.
She looked over to me and frowned.
"Same question to you. Instead, why are you still here?"
I raked my brain for an answer. I needed sleep.
Errrrr...
Huh..
"I don't know." I mumbled.
She rolled her eyes and stuffed the notes in her bag before taking her apron off.
Since she was the only person left in the cafe (Well, except me) she was the one in charge of closing the cafe.
Once she had locked the cafe, she walked away me.
"Hey!" I called out to her.
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The Girl who wears Sweater
Historia Corta"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
