Parsimony

Chapter 1 || peek

Argentine Disclaimer:
This story is purely fictitious and is just an outlet of the author especially when bored, and to make use and try her writing skills. Thus, the views and opinions of the the characters does not reflect the views and opinions of the author of this story. Any resemblance of the characters' name and any scenes written in here in the real word is purely coincidential.
P.S: Seriously bruh anything written in here is just for aesthetic purposes of this story, for the plot to be effective.

PEEK

THE BUSY STREETS of New York City doesn't seem to rest. As if it was bound to be alive in the morning but livelier  in the evening. It's a beautiful sight that gives me obscure happiness. These neon lights amazes me like nothing else. I'm also used to the sight of poor people working their asses off to pay for their rent, or whatever they need the hell I care 'bout that.

This place is just like my washroom, I go here when I feel like it. The enormous buildings everywhere won't faze me either, I can buy one in just a flick of my fingers. But I choose not to, I still need to buy a new set of lipstick and brushes because I  have used them like yesterday.  I got out of my pagani and waited in Regina Bellisima, a coffee shop that makes and sells the best tasting coffees ever!  And the ambience of the coffee shop makes you feel like you are part of the royal family or something like that.

I heard my phone beeped and saw that Phoebe, my elite friend, just texted me to wait for them, and that Roxy just got out of their bathroom. They never got on time so I decided to just go out of the coffee shop after taking few sips of the personalized coffee I ordered. When I got out, some ugly man, an ugly and stinky man by the way, grabbed my hand and asked for the coffee I was still holding.

Eew he didn't even brush his teeth. He looks so hideous! I might get skin allergies after he held me! Someone help me!  I think I need to vomit by just being near him and have smelled his sweat. Yuck.

"Can you let go of my hand? You're so-- eew! S-stop holding me and go back to your filthy friends! Yuck! Guard! Help! Get this--stupid---dirty old man off me!" I shouted angrily at the guard of the coffee shop who instantly followed my orders and calmly asked the disgusting beggar out of my sight.

Calmly?!! Hell! I should've pushed him if isn't his clothes are too dirty! But why would I even dare to touch a POOR and dirty person anyway?

I caught the staff of the coffee shop and some passer-by staring at me judgingly and disgusted which I quickly returned by raising my eyebrows and rolling my eyes.

Duh? Haven't they seen that the begrimed man touched me? Yuck! Well, birds with the same feather flocks together, they can feel sympathy and empathy towards each other. Maybe that's the reason why they are sending those death glares over me which I am really innocent of whatever's going on in their feeble minds.

I just wore my aviator and traipsed over to the trashcan and threw the coffee I had been drinking. I went to another shop named Sampaguita, which is weird and somehow familiar to me but I still went on. I like their designs and I can surely say that they are my style. A staff noticed me and approached me and introduced their shop.

"Hello Ma'am! Welcome to Sampaguita! Yes the sampaguita which is the Philippines' national flower--well before, but now our designer proudly makes her way in to the western culture and opened this shop, and the name clearly reminds her humble past when she was still selling it to afford her studies."

"T-the Philippines?!!" I exclaimed extremely shocked. Which she responded by smiling widely and nodding.

"Yes Ma'am the Philippines. Our designer, Miss Joan Espartero is a proud Filipina designer and flaunts her nation thus the fabrics and all the other stuffs used on the clothes here are proudly Pinoy made Ma'am." She smiled at me again and looked at me with pride.