I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 2}

I haven't gone out for four days. For my absence, I was fired from my part-time job as a waitress at McDonald's.

"Laura..."

Mom comes into my room.

"I think you should go out this evening. You've been so depressed in these days."

"I don't think I can, mom"

"Honey, please. Call your friends and go out. Have a sleepover or something. You need to distract yourself."

I sit still and think.

"Maybe I should?"

"You need to."

"Okay, I'll try."

Then, I take a nice long and warm bath and change into my all-time favourite whole black outfit. I have some insecurity issues with my sweat stains so I always wear black since my college days. I also wear my favourite cardigan over it although it's not cold outside.

I have no idea what I should do right now. I lost my job, my dream was completely ruined and I'm facing a massive depression. I feel like I've lost everything. I go into the KFC, order some chicken nuggets and Pepsi and sit down at the very corner of the whole shop. I put on my earphones and stare outside.

Sipping my Pepsi, I smile because my favourite song of all time comes on - The way you make me feel. The only song that can make me smile and feel happy at my worst state.

*knock* *knock*

Sudden knocks on my table scare me.

"Excuse me?"

There stands an old man with moustache and black glasses looking at me and smiling.

"Umm yes?"

"Would you mind if I sit here? I feel lonely."

As I am the type of person who loves to meet new people,

"Oh, sure, please."

He sits down and sighs.

"May I order something for you?"

"No, it's fine. I've just had my meal."

"Oh, okay then. So, where did you come from? You look a little bit foreign to me?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, did I just make a mistake?"

"No no no"

He looks around.

"I actually saw you at Michael Jackson audition."

I feel bad again.

"Oh, true."

"Are you okay? You look so sad."

"Look, I don't wanna be rude but can we not talk about it? I've had some issues with it"

"Oh, I'm very sorry, young girl."

"Let's just talk about something else. Tell me about yourself. I'm curious."

"I'm just a regular old L.A. man. I'm retired. I'm free. Ugh, that's actually what I want."

"You what?"

"No nothing. So, who are YOU?"

"My name's Laura and I'm not American."

"What? You're not American?"

"I'm actually Burmese. I just grew up here."

"Oh, I see."

"What's your name by the way?"

"I'm Frank. Just remember me as Frank."

"Okay then, Mr.Frank. So, do you come here often? I come here almost every day. We can meet up and talk about stuff."

"Oh, if you do, I'll come. I love to have a good conversation with new generation."

"Okay! I'll see you tomorrow then. I have to go back now. Please, excuse me, sir."

"Nice to meet you, Laura."

"Nice to meet you, too, sir."

We shook hands and I left the shop. Wow, I just made friends with an old man.