venus ;

no answer to the question

"black coffee?" she said. the bags under her eyes told me she hadn't sleep well.

"black coffee, please."

i wanted to tell her i actually used her words in one of my so-called-songs.
but i don't want her to catch a wrong impression.

"black coffee." she said, handing me over the black coffee i ordered.

she left without saying any of her wise quotes.

"hey, um-" i doubted. i've been going every day to her coffee shop and i still don't know her name.

"rose." she sadly smiled. something was going on.

"rose, yes, of course." i cleared my throat. "is everything okay?"

she looked at me, confused.

"why are you asking?" her words sounded harshly. "it's not like you care."

"well you always ask me questions about things i'd rather keep private."

"you never answer them anyways." she was right, but it kind of hurt.

i guess we didn't like to share our shit with people.