SUNDAY. 3:17 PM.
He puts his headphones on and stare up at the ceiling, placing his head on the headrest. What the… Did he know I was going to do that? What is he? Psychic? But the funniest thing is that, he expected it and prepared for it but he had been surprised when I actually did it. Similar to what I felt earlier. I guess every human feels that same way. I continue to stare at him.
But hell, I don't feel bad for what I did.
"You still owe me 600 dollars. Those birthday presents cost me a lot since you destroyed them when I promised I was going to return them to my mum's store safely without any problems." I say but he still keeps staring at the ceiling with his headphones on. I huff, fold my arms and turn away from him. "You're not even listening to me, why do I bother."
From the corner of my eye, I watch him take them off and turn to me. "I am listening to you." He gestures to his headphones. "I had nothing playing because I wanted to talk to you."
