Woohh another chapter
It's not a very important chapter but I need some fillers so yeah just read it c:
"The pink or the blue one?" Noa is holding two sweaters in front of us. "Pink, always choose pink!" I say, since pink is my favourite color. I even dyed my hair vibrant pink. "Ugh, that's not going to help, Denver what do you say?" "They're both cute, but I would go for the blue one." She replies.
From the three of us, I'm definitely the one who cares most about fashion, but not really the trends. I've always been the one who looked slightly alternative, but not too much. Still I get a lot of comments, both negative and positive, but I learned to live with it.
Noa and Denver on the other hand dress less outspoken. They're both more into pastel colors and simple blue skinny jeans. Honestly they always look fabulous and I can't imagine them wearing something else.
Noa ends up choosing the blue sweater and we move on to the next shop. They look at the shirts but some hats in the back catch my eye. I walk away from my friends and start putting on some of the hats. With a black fedora in my hand like a trophy I head back to my friends. "Oh gosh, what did you get?" Denver points at the black thing in my hands. "Yess look how awesome!" I show them happily, putting the fedora on my head. "I gotta admit, it looks really good on you!" Noa adds, but no matter what I'm not going to take it off. "Thanks ! Did you guys find anything over here?" I ask them. They both hold up a shirt, one with palm trees and one saying 'I need sleep' in red letters. "Omg they're so nice, are you going to buy them?" They both nod, so we all walk to the desk to pay.
We finish our shopping day with coffee at Starbucks, also a tradition. They go for some macchiato thing but I choose Americano, as usual. It might sound strange but I really hate coffee with a lot of milk, but that's probably because I hate milk anyway.
We sit down on the long table at the window. Sipping our coffees, we talk about the funny things that once happened here. Once there were tourists sitting behind us, who threw fries at us. Another time two guys were constantly walking by and looking at us, but they didn't even order anything.
We finish our drinks and walk to the bus and train station. Sadly enough they both need the bus while the train is a lot faster for me. I hug my friends goodbye and walk to the train station. Of course it's super busy so I have to sit next to someone else. I really hate that because it feels super awkward. For example, when you're on your phone it feels like the person next to you is reading your conversation and with the conversations I have with my friends I'm sure they think I'm insane. But there's no other option for now so I look around to see who I am going to sit next to. It's a 50 year old man who looks very creepy or a guy who's around 20.
I choose the guy and sit down next to him. He instantly looks up, and it feels like he's checking me out. I try to act like I don't notice and grab my phone when he says 'hey'. "uhm, hi?" I answer, focussing on my phone again. "Is your mom an artist, because she created a masterpiece" He whispers in my ear. I don't know what this boy is thinking but I should have chosen the old man. "Uhm, no." I reply shortly, not giving him attention, but I feel that his eyes are still on me.
I don't dare to get up and switch seats so I keep scrolling through Instagram until the train arrives at my station. I get up to walk out, but unfortunately the guy has to leave as well. I try to walk fast, but as soon as I'm out of the train he holds me back. "Hey, what's your name? You look cute." I give him a weird look. "Not interested" I tell him, starting my way home. I hope I'll never see this guy again.
Back home I tell my parents I had a good time with Noa and Denver, not mentioning the train incident. I show them the fedora I bought and walk upstairs to tell my friends what happened. They both find it very funny, reading the amounts of 'hahahaha' they write in capitals. I chuckle, this is typically something that can only happen to me.
