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What an Asshole.

I couldn't help the look of disgust that melted across my tired face.

Why is he acting like such a pig? Doesn't he have other things to do?

Parker Adams, or the man notoriously known for being some kind of kick butt fighter at the local Mixed Martial Arts Gym, had found himself at my favorite coffee shop. I didn't actually know the name of it, as ironic as that is, but called it The Purple Couch Cafe, because of the purple couch sign that hung outside the building.

Parker continued to flirt utterly shamelessly with a woman at one of the tables... She was gorgeous, of course. Not that I expected any different. Why wouldn't she be? Guys as hot as Parker always went for the sexy, hourglass curved women that have plump lips, full hair, and wear fashion... Like actual fashion.

I never wore those kinds of clothes, like heels or shorts... Or a t-shirt. I just felt like I was too... Fat for it.

Why did I have to go out in public today? And what was I wearing anyway?

My eyes found their way to my outfit and I almost shrieked with disdain. Thick grey sweats screamed back at me, as well as my black long sleeve shirt. Why was I wearing winter clothes?

You guessed it.

Summer was my least favorite season, due to the fact that I was so enormous it was just constant heat and discomfort during summer. I never went out, never wore summer clothes, and never wore a swimsuit. Just too uncomfortable.

I gave up on caring, at least I told myself I did... And wore all those things this summer, convincing myself that I looked good. But after some looks I got, I went straight back to my comfy clothes.

"I'm sorry,"

Those words caught my attention as my gazes flitted up to the nine hundred year old man in front of me searched through his wallet for the umpteenth time... I guess looking for change?

Poor man, just wanted to buy something. Maybe I could help? My backpack slid off of my shoulders almost as if in agreement, and I took the straps off and moved it into my arms.

Looking down, I shuffled through my backpack till I found it. My wallet.

Come on woman hurry up! You're being a good citizen. Best get the money into the cashier's hands before the man turns to dust and blows away in the summer wind!

"Here sir," I said, rushing up and slapping two dollar bills into the waiting hand if the cashier lady. "I got it."

The woman gratefully took the money, seeming as sad about the state of the man as I was. It made me wonder just what happened in his life. I always respected men and women who had lived far into their older ages. Oh, what stories they could tell! I could sit for hours just listening to them talk, an old yet still dazzling light in their wise eyes. Not enough people appreciate that kind of life.

"Oh no honey you don't need to-" he started.

"I know I don't need to," I said, smiling at him, he reminded me up Mr. Fredrickson from Up. Same bowtie and kind smile (when Fredrickson smiles at the end, of course). "I want to."

He refused any more help but gave me a loving pat on the hand with his own wrinkled one and gave me a grateful smile. That smile really makes it all worth it.