3rd person's POV: Well, this day couldn't have been more worse. You're co-worker always asks you questions and you just snapped at him and ended up getting scolded by your boss. If he was the one to do that to you, you would still be the one getting scolded for bothering him. You rolled your eyes.
Favoritism sucks. Why do I need this job? Why did I agree on this again? Oh right. For my fucking self. Duh. Ughhh
You groaned as you entered starbucks. You sighed and took in your favourite smell. Coffee, books and cakes. You decided to get off work early, stress will ruin you
Lemonade always makes everything alright.
You went up the cashier and fell in line and went on your phone, wanting to switch the song you were listening to earlier.
You smiled as you pressed on stayin' alive by bee-gees. Hell. Yes.
(Play the song above if you want to)
You tapped your foot on the beat. Bee-gees never gets old. You smiled. Atleast your mood was lifted a bit, thank the lorss for bee gees.
You adjusted the sleeves of your outfit and put the phone in your pocket while waiting the line to move so you could finally get that lemonade
Your outfit:
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It was finally your turn. "One lemonade and red velvet cupcake please"you smile at the cashier.
"Dine in or take out?"she asked
"Take out"you say and she nods and smiled at you.
"Will that be all?"she asked you
"Yep"you say and she nods.
She puts your cupcake in a small brownbag and then handed the lemonade to you and the straw as you paid her.
"Thanks"you smiled at her. She's nicer. Why can't everyone be like her?
"My pleasure, please come again."she smiled and you smile back as you walk out of the shop, cupcake in one hand and the other holding the lemonade
You began heading back and swayed a bit as you listened to the song.
Stayin alive. Stayin alive
You went on your phone whilst walking and you wished you hadn't but, here you were.
Bump!
"Oh shit!"you cursed as the drink in your hand collided with your shirt, soaking it.
"Oh fuck! Oh I'm so so sorry. God I'm such an idiot"a man with a deep voice and an accent said. He was wearing pants, a teal t-shirt, with a cap and sunglasses, and your shirt was wet so you couldn't look at him
"My phone!"you looked at your soaked, blacked out phone and almost cried, that was the only phone you could afford, now its broken.
You must be kidding me. You cursed yourself mentally.
