Diary of a schizophrenic

Entry Seventeen

22.10.2013

Dear Diary,

I am writing this from a little café from across the campus. I have one free lecture which equals 2.5 hours of essay writings and assignment dues. I figured this was better than hanging out at the library where Ireene would tsk me for not socializing even when I made it perfectly clear to her that as a student here I must do my daily obligations thus include excessive studying. She reminds me of my mother a lot which gives me the creeps.

The coffee is remarkable here but the staff is a little clingy. The guy that took my order keeps glancing and smiling softly at me. I must have mistaken the 20th professional smile for a flirty one. Oh my. I do apologize.

‘’Can I get you something else?’’ not again.

‘’More coffee, please’’ I don’t dare glance at him. I’m almost positive he’s trying to take a peek at what I’m writing which would be odious given the fact I’m writing about him. Crap, he’s curios. I hastily glance up at him and smile weakly which is enough to send him flying towards the counter.

That’s right.

Bring me my coffee, slave.

My life feels like a novel right now. It’s fun.

Oh, oh. He’s coming back.

‘’More coffee’’ he says poring the hot liquid till my likings, ‘’anything else?’’

‘’No, thank you’’

He’s very buoyant, it’s almost depressing.

I’m feeling very powerful inveigling him like that. Even though he is a waiter and it’s his job, the café isn’t exactly empty and he’s one of two waiters imprudently rushing to my side, ignoring the calls of many.

‘’Oh, can I have the bill?’’

‘’It’s on the house’’ creep.

‘’No, it’s not’’

‘’Of course it is’’

‘’No, it’s too much. Give me the bill’’

He chuckles lightly, not even a little annoyed at my stern tone.

‘’Look, I’m assuming you go to this college, right?’’

‘’no’’ he tries to level me with a look.

‘’well, next time you come here you can pay-‘’

‘’what makes you think there will be a next time?’’

‘’you’re very stubborn’’ I nod, quietly sipping away at my coffee.

He shakes his head in disagreement. ‘’I’m Callan, btw’’

‘’Cool’’

His puzzled expression made my lips twitch.

‘’I’m assuming you’re expecting me to give you my name. That I won’t do. I don’t give names to strangers I met on a funnily enough shiny day at a café’’

‘’Okay, then. Assume that I’ll find out eventually’’

‘’Good luck with that’’ ha, nobody knows me.

After that he didn’t intrude me anymore and my day was instantly a bit brighter almost comparable to the screeching sun from up above. He did have a nice beard and warm eyes comparable to coffee.

Quickly the day was ruined by another two-thousand word essay due Thursday.