20 questions :: m.c [on hold]

02 :: sweetleaf cafe

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"so m' lady, where would you like to go?" michael asked.

"um, anywhere thats warm."

"ah, no prefrences ma'am?"

"michael seriously, drop the 'gentelmen in the 50's act'" i say using my fingers as quotaion marks.

"okay, gosh. just trying to be nice, but i guess someone doesn't really care about the effort." he says pretending to sound hurt.

"i just met you, and i still feel like you're going to kiddnap me."

"i won't. i promised, didn't i?"

"yea whatever." i say, rolling my eyes.

we walked to this place in queens, where i hadn't ever seen before. see i've lived here my whole life. queens has always been the slums, what happened?

"this is a beautiful area, and look a cafe. wanna go there?" michael asked.

"yea sure. i'd love to check it out, i've never been."

"yea, same here. i've heard that queens is renovated and brand new."

"oh."

"c''mon, lets go." he says.

i trail behind and we finally enter the cafe. we found a little table with two couch seats by the window and sat there. the waitress gave us menus and we took a look at them.

"okay, so what are you having?" michael asked.

"um just the regular thing i order everywhere i go, tea." i say.

"oh, then i'll have a tea too."

"how come? wouldn't you much rather prefer a glass of wine?"

"nah, it's cold and i wanna get warm, plus i always order wine or beer when i'm out. i wanna change it up a bit."

"sounds fair." i smile.

the waitress comes back and asks us if we have our orders ready. we both tell her what we're getting, and then she leaves with our orders.

i look around the cafe and i notice something i really like about the place. its vintagey and modern. i like it, you don't see places like this very often.

"you like the place?" michael asks.

"yea, its really cool. i've never seen anything like it before." i say.

"i agree. so tell me about yourself."

"what do you want to know?" i ask.

"anything."

"wow, way to make it easy for me to think of things michael. you get first prize." i say sarcastically.

"okay there frisky kitty, how about we play 20 questions." he suggests.

"not a bad idea."

"okay, i'll go first." michael says.

"alright"

"okay, easy one. when were you born?" he asks.

"you seriously ask that question, when there are thousands of other things to ask me?" i say.

"yes, now answer it."

"fine. march 8, 2000."

"i was born november 20, 1990. i just turned 25, becuase i have a late birthday." he says proudly.

"i didn't ask." i say.

"ouch, you're really sassy."

"then maybe your next question should be, why i'm so sassy." i say with a small laugh.

"maybe it will." he says with a smile.

"so you're 14? by the way this isn't part of the game, im just asking now." he says.

"yea i'm 14." i say.

"oh thats cool. so you're a 2000's kid." michael says.

"yea, and you, you're a 90's kid."

"yes, and for your information, i am not a kid, i am a mature adult."

"yea, a mature 25 year old, that would much rather play video games, while all your friends go out to clubs."

"shut up"

i start laughing, "well mature adult, shall we continue playing?" i ask, still laughing.

"yea, okay lets continue, it's your turn anyways."

lame lame lame, michael is such a dork/lame kid. I LUH HIM SO MUCH THO.

um, ye i'm not an interesting person, so i am rlly srry bout that. um OHH, i have a lot of homework to do, so pray for ME!!

plus, girl meets world is on now, so i am going to have to end this and watch that, then procrastinate and THEN, do my hmw. 

k, and i have like ideas for other stories, OH MY GOD HELP ME. 

cool, okay, i'll leave you now.

OH AND i just wanted to say, hope you are doing well, and remember to embrace the crazy.

meow, 

 anna :)