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Prelude

                      Of all the days I could have gone out, December 19th, 2023 was the date I chose. After hesitantly climbing out of bed, I began to get dressed. I put on black leggings with a grey top, exposing a single shoulder before finally tossing on my black boots and purse and walking out of the house.

             "I'll have the Double-Smoked Bacon, Cheddar & Egg Sandwich and a Medium Caramel Frappuccino please."

I said to the register, impatiently tapping my foot on the cold tile below.

             "We'll call your order when it's ready. What name will it be under, M'am?"

             "(Y/n)" I stumble out, afore taking a nearby seat and looking down at my feet tapping below me; a tuft of hair falling infront of my face, not worrying about brushing it aside.

             "(Y/n). (Y/n)?"

Jerking my head up I quickly gathered myself and took my order, before choosing a seat in the corner near a window. Taking a couple napkins and a pen, I proceeded to start writing a small novel.

             "Do you mind?"

Looking up, there was a man standing afore me, one hand on my other chair, one hand in his pocket.

             "Oh. Y-you can take the chair no one's sitting he-"

             "I mean, may I sit with you?"

Flustered at the obvious embarassment you made yourself into, you just nodded your head and proceeded to write as he pulled out the chair and sat down. Staring down at your napkin he broke the silence;

             "So you're a writer huh? I think writers are hot."

Pausing everything you were doing, you gathered your belongings and scurried off before he grabbed your arm. Dumbfounded, you turned around and yanked your arm back.

             "Creep."