Introduction
It is summer. The heat brought everyone in the coffee shop. Rossini was sitting in a seat near the window. She stared at the road full of people. Maybe one day there will be a person who would stop by and take a look at her. I looked down. What I don't have now, I probably wouldn't have in the future either.
"Ding-ling" I looked at the door. There weren't any seats left for her. Suddenly, the girl that was sitting in front of got up and left. She walked up to me.
"Can I sit here?" She asked. I Nodded without paying any attention to her. There were still a lot of people. Although it was crowded in that shop, I liked the feeling of being around so many people. She asked for wine and slowly started to get drunk. Then, she looked at me. She beautiful eyes, or, you can say that her eyes looked like that it had a story, with a bit of sadness. She opened her mouth and said, "--Would you like to hear my story?"
YOU ARE READING
If You Weren't There, I Wouldn't Have This Story.
NonfiksiI haven't hugged you and you've already rejected it. At least I tried.
