" i'll stop making jokes about mental illness when mental illness stops making a joke of me. " ||
what happens when your 4am trip to the coffee shop has you meeting a chocolate addicted man?
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"eeeeeeeyyaaaa man my back hurts!" you complained while stretching on your office chair. you were at your office job, seeing over the new members of a boy band since it was your duty too. doing this meant you would stay up late and file paper work, registrations and visa's for them, you also made the dance choreograph and lyrics to their songs. sure it was a free concert but it sure had a lot of cons to it too.
while it was draining, it made you feel like you meant something. you were one of the many reasons why mostly all the idols have a career and money to last. you felt needed, which was a feeling you had long worked hard for.
collecting your papers from your desk that was covered in plants you put them in a binder. "well dudes imma disappear like my dad c'ya tomorrow!" you told your co-workers as they said their goodbyes too. looking down on your watch it was 3:23 am and you wanted coffee badly. going into the elevator, not noticing someone next to you, you timed how long it would take to get from your work place to that one coffee shop that was on the end of your street. surely you could make it.
leaving the elevator with a fast paced strut, your sandals clicked the white tiled floor. your gray khakis were rolled up at the cuffs, a washed out yellow jacket was over your lays shirt that brought out your upper figure. aye there was hot dudes who worked here so why no try and snag one while at it ... even though relationships aren't allowed. frick the fanfics always avoided this topic.
getting into your car to drive home, you wanted to walk to the coffee shop so you could have a bit of a stretch. i mean who wants to be lazy all day ahahah not me ahahaha totally not lying whatsoever!
the drive was unproblematic as it was filled with your entertainment company's songs that you helped write. but lets not forget the boys helped too, adding in emotions that you could never, experiences into words that you would never go through, friends that they would be stuck with unlike the home alone you. i don't need friends, they disappoint me. all i should do is care for the earth and some bad coffee.
it was 4 am as you entered the coffee shop. the lady looked at you and nodded, knowing your order as if it was her child's name. sighing you felt your shoulders ache and sat down on the two seater you usually sat at. normally you would bring your binder with all your work but something in your mind told you to leave it in the car and do it at home, as if something interesting was bound to happen.
receiving the bland coffee that you still drank for some reason, you heard the bell chime from the door ring. not paying any attention to it you continue your miniscule task of finishing the bad coffee you failed to notice the new comer walking towards your table for two. if you had known he was coming you would have taken bigger sips, no matter how much it burned your tongue.
