nothing goes to waste

《1》

The cold, air of winter in Brooklyn, New York blew softly against your already rosy cheeks. You nuzzled your nose against your scarf, shutting your eyes tightly. 

Coffee cup in your left, phone in your right, you were having a pretty decent walk in town. 5th Ave. was a very lit street to walk down. All the shops, public parks, neighbourhoods, and random pedestrians were so calming and aesthetic as fuck.

You shivered, stuffing your phone in your pocket of your thick winter coat, somewhat regretting going on a walk in this weather.

Though the sound of people chattering, horns honking, footsteps colliding with the pavement, and cell phones ringing, seemed like most people didnt mind it at all.

You were a typical New Yorker, with the fast, accented speech, attitude, and dress attire. Most people wouldnt take you as a tourist.

The weather was really cold today for winter, but that didnt stop you from wanting to go to Walmart in winter to buy food and probably other things.

The people around you bumped, shoved, pushed, and collided into each other, but nobody complained. Today was a busy day for everyone, with christmas around the corner, following New Years, and probably the random events of birthdays.

You didnt have many friends to spend the holidays with, but your friends Elliot and Max, both of them coming to visit you from Australia, and some of the people you met in college.

You took a sip from your coffee, feeling your phone vibrate. You took it out your pocket and turned it on, looking at the posts and stories from people you followed on instagram.

You saw that the instagram user 'sushitrash' texted you again, this time asking if you've ever thrown a microwave. You cocked your eyebrow, hesitant to reply.

@(your username): tf why

@(sushitrash): just answer man

@(your username): i havent thrown a fuckin microwave, dude😂

@(sushitrash): whatever, its what u say lol

You rolled your eyes and left him on 'read' again. You put your phone back in your pocket, seeing that you were close to your destination.

The automatic doors slid open, allowing you entry in the store. The air conditioner above your head blasting cool air, even though it was snowing outside.

Walmart was a place you always liked to go to, seeing that it has pretty much anything to survive a fucking apocalypse.

You gulped the remains of your coffee down and tossed the cup in the trash, and removed your coat, putting it on the handlebar of a shopping cart, pulling it out and pushing it to where you wanted to go.

You made your way to the aisle where the coffee was, and picked up some glass containers of the coffee you always make in the morning.

"More wont hurt later on and tomorrow, right?" You asked yourself.

Looking to the side with a blank stare, you shrugged and placed it in the cart. Pushing it, you decided to pick up some creamer just in case you craved it in your coffee again.

When that was done, you went to the electronics section, and picked up a few AUX cords for your car, a new bluetooth speaker, and some movies. Putting them all in your cart, you decided to grocery shop as well.

As you were picking out the perfect type of microwave meal for tonight's dinner, you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

You glanced to the side, smiling a bit when you noticed the person who tapped your shoulder was none other than the infamous 'sushitrash'.