I look her in the eyes and say nothing.
She says nothing.
A few seconds later—which felt like years—she excused herself.
Not like killed herself, but like, left.
Now that I was alone again, luckily, I looked around.
"That's what peace feels like," I muttered to myself. Not for some random dude to hear.
And yet—he actually giggled at what I said.
Rude. Ruder than me.
I frowned and gave him a side-eye.
He was hella ugly.
I mean, not that ugly... just not my type.
I got out at the next station—the main one.
The train was full.
I could finally get some fresh air.
I looked around.
My gaze dropped to my watch.
I was late.
Wait—I am late?!
I ran down the stairs, struggling to get past all those people.
Just breatheeeee, I thought to myself as I forced my way through the crowd.
I kept hurrying...
but then I saw a bakery.
Not a normal one. I swear it had some kind of magic in it—
something that made my feet walk straight in.
The smell of bread was sooooo good.
I ended up getting late.
Before anyone judges me:
The food at that bakery was so good, I forgot when the library closed.
And yes, I did my assignment while enjoying my food.
Anyway, now I'm in front of this bookstore I found on my way back home.
They order books for you.
I want to go in.
I want to look at the books.
I want to order something.
But if I go in there, I'll just leave without buying anything.
I'll embarrass myself.
I'll show everyone how awkward I am.
Nope. Not me. Not today.
I'll just go back home.
That's the right decision.
I head to the tram station.
But I stop in my tracks—
Alarm sign.
People. Everywhere.
I'm not going there.
Never ever.
I run off inside the bookstore.
But as I walk in, I bump into someone.
Dump me. Dump me.
Ahhhhhhh. Why am I so stupid?!
"I'm sorry," I mumble, looking up—
only to see a white shirt.
I look up.
Then down.
Then up again.
It's a mannequin.
I look around—no one saw me.
But as I turn back,
my eyes land on a tall-ass dude staring straight at me,
trying so hard not to laugh.
He saw me.
He saw me apologize to the mannequin.
To make sure, I whisper just loud enough:
"Did you see that?"
He nods.
"Did you hear me too?"
Another nod.
Just kill me.
I'm so embarrassed.
To be continued...