A Conversation at Limelight

The only part there is

I walked morosely into the campus's local hole-in-the-wall juice bar ironically named limelight, I had already heard the song that was playing and wasn't in the mood to listen again, Unfortunately I came there for the music alone, this put a damper on my already poor mood. I didn't know I was making any sort of face, but usually I pay no attention to the arrangement of the muscles in that area unless directly confronted with them. I was, in fact, making a face.

Marcy asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

While in reality she was only doing her job and reciting script, I mistook it as an indicator that I looked grim, and I gathered my face into a taut uncomfortable smile;

I asked "Today's special?" in order to avoid saying "No, I am leaving because the music is trash and I came here for that express purpose." As well as avoiding giving a needlessly complicated order. Strawberry juice was the special that evening.

"It costs 200 ritch for a glass, is that okay?" And luckily I had more than 20 veiled lady mushrooms worth of ritch on me, so I agreed.

I sat down, she figured I was looking for wise words, so she started trying to say something. Specifically she advocated for urgency, which I did need in my life, but it was unfortunately about the wrong thing.

She said
"By the way, Mazie-G have you still not found your special someone? Hohoho...! You aren't being too picky, are you?"

And, admittedly a bit agitated despite my measures to remain polite I said, "It is true I do eventually want a romantic relationship with someone, but that is not my fixation at the moment, besides, if I'm not getting what I need out of a relationship why give it weight. Marcy, may I change the subject?"

After a pause only milliseconds too long she said,
"Go ahead, talk about whatever topic you need to, Though you don't want to end up like me, right?"

"I'd much rather end up like your brother the Kool-Aid man, A charming klutz who can get away with accidental property damage by means of inept charisma," I quipped.

"Alright then... continue." She said, embarrassed by the antics of her more famous sibling."

And with that, I started to monologue.
"Just this morning,as I was attending my classes, a note was thrown at me. The note was sent by my senior, Tony.
While he is my senior we only share one class, my only class that isn't honors. I'm in that class because I misheard a rather easy question as my ears aren't the best.
The note read as follows 'Let me know some things you don't really like. And don't worry. I won't use any of this against you.'
This struck me as relatively innocuous because he wouldn't mean me any harm, especially because I got him back on his feet after he was bedridden for a couple of days.
I figured he was referencing his known aptitude for pranks in an intentionally ironic way whilst trying to learn what not to get me as a thank you gift for the aforementioned care.
I said 'You don't need to give me anything, It was the decent thing to do, and you don't know me very well anyway.'
Now, I do tend to overthink the actions of my acquaintances, and often think of the exact wrong hypotheticals when doing so... I do believe I did just that...
Later that afternoon my friend Abigail surprised me by asking 'Hey, is that rumor true, the one says that you definitely have a secret because of how suspicious I've been acting' And I said, 'Well if I didn't appear even a tad suspicious would there even be such vague rumors about me?'...
After being deathly silent for a good few seconds she asked, 'Have you kept any secrets from me' And in that moment I couldn't answer her. because I didn't know what constitutes a secret for her...
I haven't gone on long tangents recapping my conversational habits and academic status like I have with you partially because that exhausts people and partially, for better or worse that's what people expect of a barkeeper... Or at least a sitcom barkeeper...
Well, I'm done talking, do you have anything to say?"

Marcy said, "I do have something to say, as you said, you do tend to overthink things, and I think you are well aware that often your train of thought leads nowhere. I would reccomend that you stop overthinking things, but I haven't been able to stop deliberating myself, and that's why I work this job. If I happen to find a solution to your problem I'll inform you. Some day my brain will freeze, evaporate, or spill, and I want to advise people who have more time than me."

I put 200 ritch on the counter, stood up, said "I'll be waiting for whatever advice you can give", and headed to my dorm. I stopped briefly to look at the time piece at the top of the school. Very young, but so incredibly scared of time... or the lack thereof...