Just a fling

Foreword

I got out of the subway and walked towards the shops. I indented to buy one or two tops or whatever I might find; I'm in the mood for shopping! Whoever said that shopping therapy doesn't work obviously didn't have any issues like normal people do; or like me anyway.

I waited until the street light turned green and I almost run to the other side since the road had heavy traffic. In this avenue, at this hour, if you want to get to the other side without being run over, you had to walk fast!

I kept my pace as I walked on the pavement when suddenly I felt my mobile vibrating from the inside pocket of my huge bag. I put my hand into the bag while simultaneously removed my earphones but I couldn't find the phone.

I leaned into the bag searching, while glancing in front me, putting my oversized sunglasses on the top of my head.

I finally felt the vibration on the bottom of the bag, under my small notebook. I took it out but I collided onto something and the phone fell off my hand.

"Fuck you!" I exhaled as it hit the hard pavement and I dived after it; my sunglasses fell onto my nose. The fact that it had fallen between someone's shoes, made me blush for the word I used. I was about to apologize but I stopped as laughter reached my ears.