So here's me, I thought bakeries were for old people who go for coffee and scones and stuff... I should've gone to Morrisons on my own. I hoped it was going to be a waste of time but I still didn't say anything because I suppose some things are better left unsaid.
We got to the bakery and sat down at a table in the corner. None of us had spoken since our argument about me being late to school. Why was it such a big deal anyway?
'I'll go and get us some food then, what you having?' One of my friends finally spoke up.
'I'll have a Cola and a sausage roll'
'Me too' I said. I was still thinking about this morning.
There was silence around our table whilst we waited for our order.
When the waiter finally brough us our food I didn't look at his face or say thank you like the others because, well I was still in a bad mood. I just looked down because I didn't want to give anyone eye contact. This guy had the strangest shoe taste. His feet were way bigger that mine and he was wearing these brown boots. Can't say I was keen but from what I saw they suited him.
I didn't see him again after that. I know it's strange, looking at the waiters shoes...
As soon as we'd finished we left for school again. We practically had to run because the food took so long to come.
So in that few hours i'd bumped into this amazing guy which made me late for school, this then lead to the reason I fell out with my friends and because of that I discovered a waiter in the bakery wears weird brown boots because I didn't want to give anyone eye contact.
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Books. Boys. Beanies.
FanfictionLet's keep this simple. Ever found that one object that changes your whole life? Ever had an accident that could determine your fate? This is the story of a girl who has found that object and had that accident.
