-Guy’s P.O.V.-
“ One caffe latte and a slice of black forest cake, miss.” I told the cashier. As the cashier types in my order, she looks at me oddly & repeats my order in a flirty manner.
The Loch’s charisma is doing its wonders… again… Muahahahaha! I tell myself before winking at her and then what the—look at the size of those yellow teeth! Is that a spinach leaf wedged between the two front teeth? Oh well, so much for her golden hair and green eyes.
I composed myself, trying not to laugh my head off and run away in disgust.
“Anything else, hon?” she asked, once again, projecting her corn cob teeth that’s far more yellow than the corn my grand Dad Angus harvests in his farm.
Hon? Blech. I just wanna put a sock in her mouth .
“Foc il leat, bitseach.” I tell her as I grab my tray of food and coffee.
“What does that mean?” she asks, moving her head side-to-side.
Should I tell the truth? Nah, It’d be a bit too harsh, besides, a small dose of bleach can clean her teeth.
Instead, I smirk at her, and placed my camera on the tray.
Stupid girl. Good thing she doesn’t know that it’s “Fuck off, bitch” in Irish.
I was going to check out the photos I’ve taken until somebody bumped into me, causing me to accidentally drop my food on to the floor. The camera gets a good ol’ bottoms-up of my coffee as the cup and the plate of my cake slice shatters on the floor.
“WTF do you think you’re doing?!? I spent two weeks taking those high quality shots! My camera, it’s ruined, and I don’t even have a spare memory card for those pictures!” I shrieked at the person.
“ You don’t know how hard it is to be a photographer, do ‘ya?!? ”
BINABASA MO ANG
Through Your Eyes
Ngẫu nhiênHi, my imaginary online readers! Okay, jk about the imaginary part(still, I hope somebody's reading this). This is my first time to write a short story. I hope you find it decent enough to read. I am open to any comments and suggestions. Go easy on...
