Breathing on the window

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“You don’t say much, do ya girl?” He take a sip from his mug, but keeps his eyes on me. Locking eyes with him,I shrug, trying to look calm. Bowing my head slightly, I introduce myself, I wasn’t sure what else to say besides “Sorry for drawing on the windows”. He studies me up and down for a moment and leans back tapping his glass. I am not sure what to do but he sighs and closes his eyes. I feel a pressure come off of my chest I had not noticed before.

~This is a short story written for pure amusment. A small scenario thought up in my head while listening to “Miracles In December” Album. Characters are minee, please don't take them.~

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