Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 7: Weekend Plans

The four cream-coloured walls structuralising the medium sized room occupy little to no noise as time goes by. All that can be heard is the muffled sound of voices composed along with the sound of instrumental, or electronic compositions as they slip through the headphones that rest upon the black-haired male's head as he sits at his desk, the white computer screen reflecting in his eyes.

Elbow propped up on the light brown desk, the palm of his hand cupping the left side of his face, a lazy look on his face as he stares at the screen in front of him, as he has been doing for the past half an hour, time having slipped by faster with the help of the music blasting through his ears, creating a type of hypnotic state as he focuses on the lyrics.

It's mid morning and Mew has been sitting at his desk for over half an hour, procrastinating on a paper he has to hand in by Monday, and it's currently Friday.

Ever since can be remembered, Mew has always been the type of person to get things done quickly, whether that be homework, reports, class assignments, papers or just things in general. And it's simply just because once you're done with what you need to do, you're free to do whatever the hell you want, nothing nagging at the back of your mind telling you that you've got things to do. You've got no responsibilities and that's what he's always been like.

And god does he just want to be done with this paper, but mother fucking procrastination knocked at the door and he ended up accidentally welcoming it right in, now leaving him stuck with the consequences.

And the music wasn't helping with his situation like it usually did, it seemed to be doing the opposite this time, distracting him every time he started to focus, willing him to sing along to the lyrics of the songs that played, and he just couldn't bring himself to stop the music.

Maybe I should go somewhere else to write this? He thought to himself.

At the thought of getting out and away from the the four walls he was presently situated in. The first place to come into mind being that café he and Ice went to almost two weeks ago, it seeming like a good place to focus and acquire some motivation to get the paper written.

Plus an ice coffee sounds like a good idea. It always does.

Packing up his computer, Mew grabs a bag and starts stuffing it with the things he needs to bring, and stuff that he most likely doesn't. But you never know what could happen, so it's best to just be safe.

Walking out the medium sized room, Mew makes his way to his car and is soon off to the café, ready to get started on the paper, and have a flavourous ice coffee.

The ride was short compared to the first time, it only feeling like a couple minutes, but that could also be due to the fact that the streets weren't as busy as usual, which was odd considering it was a Friday. He wasn't complaining though, it only contributed to him being able to get to his destination sooner.

Turning off the ignition and getting out of the car, with both bags hanging from his shoulder as he walks into the homey structure.

Finding a spot next to the window, Mew ends up taking a seat at the table that he and Ice had used last time.

Getting comfortable, Mew brings out his computer, first selecting a playlist to listen to before he starts, as per usual. But just as he was about to duck down and get his notes and such, the waiter arrives.

"Sawasdee krup, what can I- Mew?"

Looking up with a confused expression, Mew looks towards the voice, wondering how he knew his name. But the moment he does, his confused face turns into one of shock.

"Arm... what are you doing here?" Arm seems to laugh at the question as if the answer was quite obvious.

"Well..." He shuffles his little note book from one hand to the other and points to the tag on his apron. "I work here."