The next day...
"hi again."
"oh hi" I said my head shooting up from my phone. There stood a familiar face- the tea boy. "ummm yeah I'll have that green tea again."
"the lean one?"
"no the obese one. yes the lean one God."
"I just really enjoy hearing lean green tea, so the more you say it the happier I feel."
"that's pathetic."
"it's the truth."
"as of yesterday you hated the sound of it."
"it's not so bad when you say it."
I blushed, and stuffed my wad of money into his hand and tapped my foot against the tile floor to fill the awkwardness. "lean green tea coming right up."
"oh stop it."
"stop what?"
"oh you know what I'm talking about."
"I do?" I sighed in sarcastic disgust, and grabbed my tea which was on the counter. Laptop and tea in hand I sat at the high table by the window to write my new essay, on the difference between the writing styles of Shakespeare and Mark Twain. Isn't college just exciting stuff? At promptly 10:15 I finished off my essay, and opened a game of 2048: my secret obsession. up, side to side, but never down, because you want to keep the high numbers on the top. Going down is a rookie mistake. After the game over sign popped up on my screen, I sighed and closed the laptop. When I stood up to leave I accidentally knocked over the stool I was siting on, causing a commotion in the previously quiet cafe. "sorry, sorry" I apologized to everyone as, I picked up my bag I spilled and rushed out of the coffee shop, to which I heard "have a nice day" and the door slam.
