She Doesn't Mind

one: 24-hour Cafe

Canned tuna... already have 3.

Toiletries, check.

Hotdogs, check.

Instant noodles, check.

Junk foods, check.

Eggs, duh, check.

That should be it. I'm done grocery shopping.

Looking at all of this, wow, I am lacking proper nutrients. I don't think I'll make it alive by next month if I keep this up.

I stared at my shopping cart, debating whether I should put these back in and get REAL food.

Fuck it. I'm gonna die anyway... eventually. I'll just grab a salad on one of the cafes here before I go home.

The cashier handed me my groceries and off to the car I go.

You see I'm not actually financially troubled, I just don't know how to cook and to learn how to cook now would be terrifying. I have so much stuff to do (none), I absolutely have no time Googling how to cook (yes I do).

Not to mention my friends knows nothing but frying the shit out of everything, they even fry instant fucking noodles if they feel like it. I'm not gonna lie it tastes great but it's not to be recommended.

I arrived at the 24-hour cafe near my place and ordered a Long Island salad. Nobody's actually waiting for me at home so I can stay here for a while. My place is just 5 minutes away from here by foot so this cafe is like my hang out spot whenever the house feels too quiet. I'm even friends with the shop owner cuz I've been here too frequently.

There was a chime indicating that there's a customer. My head automatically looked up and saw a guy in jeans and a pink hoodie. I know him, he's in my Philosophy class and there's not a day where I don't hear his name from squealing girls. He's got a mysterious persona that the girls were probably attracted to. I mean, yeah he's cute but I wouldn't really date a guy that has so many layers. No one even knows a thing about him.

We made eye contact for a second and he was the one who looked away, I kept staring. I never saw him in this place before, I wonder why he's here at this time. It's 6:45 PM, maybe he has a date?

I realized that I was starting to get creepy so I stopped. The owner gave me a free hot milk just because he felt like it. You know one of these days I'm gonna consider dating him. I know he's older but like, he's too perfect not to notice. He's got a sharp jawline and plump lips, his eyes are like those of Chris Pine's, but honey brown. And not to mention his nose. Oh my god his nose. I'm hard-on crushing on him it's embarrassing.

I thanked him for the milk, I don't want our interaction to end like this so I asked him about his dog. He has a Terrier, he brought it here the other day and he was just so lovable I wanted to take it home.

"One of these days I'll get you to bring him over to my place," I teased.

"Can one of those days be this coming Sunday? I'm free from work that day." He said that made my eyes bulge out.

"You're coming too?"

"You don't want me to?" He faked pain, his hands dramatically holding his chest.

"No, I thought it'll just be Fluff and me, I didn't actually think you'd want to come hang with us." My face is red I just knew it.

"I don't trust you with my dog Lyle, I know you're planning on kidnapping him," he joked and I gasped.

"How did you know? Did you see the pinboard in my room?" I accused him teasingly and he laughed.

"So Sunday?"

"Sure, I'll see Fluff here then we can go."

He caught on me emphasizing that I really wanted to see Fluff. "Keep giving me zero attention and I won't let you see him. And it's Curls not Fluff."

I rolled my eyes at him, "And that's an ugly name."

He just laughed and ruffled my hair then head on back to his seat near the counter. I smiled, maybe this way we can get closer.

I felt the need to look at my 2 o'clock so I did. He's staring at me differently, like there's something he wants to say to me but angrily. Or maybe that's just how he normally looks at a person. Always pissed off. Either way I don't really care.

I finished my milk and said goodbye to Tom, the shop owner. I felt my classmate stood as I left. We were already outside when he hurried right up to my front, stopping me. His eyes unreadable and eyebrows creased together. He looks annoyed.

"Can I help you?" I asked calmly, not even the tiniest bit alarmed.

"Are you always this careless?" He asked breathily, like trying to hold back a shout or some sort but also kinda not. It's hard to read.

It's like he's angry but not really. Stoic.

"What do you mean?"

He looked at me like he wants to say something but composed himself instead. He shook his head and walked off.

Definitely a weird interaction but I really couldn't care less. I'm like that, I seldom get interested about a thing too much to think about it a second time. Unless it's films and stories of course.

My nonchalance is also a reason for my forgetfulness but I never forget an interaction. It's always the conversation I can't remember. But the thing this Sunday is what I'm interested in. I don't think I can forget Tom and Fluff visiting my house. It's 5 days away but whatever, I get to spend time with my crush and his dog. I love living.