I was seating in a cafe ,not far from my college, by the window side, for the great view of the sunlight, with my bestie for life, eating our breakfast dessert.
"He is thinking about ,..." i took a good look at the young man seating accross the room with plain bordem written on his face "why hadn't he already dumped his beautiful girlfriend when he had the chance." i guessed.
She took a peak at the guy and nodded "i can already hear it in his head " why did i get myself in to this ,someone save me ,i have a relationship and i am not alone" " she held her arms up and air quoted at her immitation of his supposed thought and rolled her eyes while stuffing her yougert in her mouth.
I stuffed my dry cake in my mouth. "You can't blame the guy his girlfriend might b....." i chocked on the crums of the bread cause i was talking and drank some water.
"If you don't stop talking while eating you are going to die of foodage chockage." she informed me pointing her spoon towardes me.
Her attention turned to my right " what about him" she noded towards the person at my right, at another table.
I turned towards him and examined his face. He had crystal green eyes or blue i couldn't tell, fool blown grey hair (platnum bloned) but i prefer to call it grey cause it has a very sharp glare to it. He was looking at his steaming inchanting green tea. As i was about to look away and explain his facial expression he looked up and i as quickliy as possible looked a possible.
"His fescial expression indicating he was conflicted and lost ,but never ready to admit it but is very close to." i predicted. ok ,i know it is very wierd to guess peoples expressions but it has been my passion and my current profession. okay not profession per say but soon to be. in 2 years. I have been so facinated with peoples way of thinking ,how we deal with emotions and the conflicts of the brain. So it is not that surprising that i am learning sychology.
"Okay ,okay lets stop with this nonesence and lets go to., drum roll please ," she said and i started to drum the air with my index finger. she put her yougert down and took out two ticket.
"Ok here i have two liflate, one for a book faire and the other for an art gallary, you don't know which one is which so you are going to choose cause they are both on the same day ."
she put the liflate in front of me ,pushing my empty plate to the side ,and tured the to their backs were their specification was not written.
I randomley chose the left one.
"Drum role again pleaseee." she drawled and i did the same drum on the air thing she slowley turned it around.
"And the prise goes to the one and and only book faireee." she drawled and whooped.
"Okay lets get our asses out of here and go to our apartement for another holiday film marathon we only have today and towmorrow for a marathon." taking a fifteen dollar bill from my dress pocket i put it on the table and got up. My loose spagety strap black dress that reached just below my knees ,flowed with me I didn't bring any thing with me exept the neccecaties like: keys, money... and shit like that which are kept in my vast dress pocket, i didn't have any thing else. But dear friend Bailey was holding a moderate bag with unneccecary stuff in it. She says it for more precaution. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. I turned to the direction of the door which was close to the grey haired guy. He was looking at us from under his lashes while drinking his sparkling green tea and i saw his eyes were a sea green. And then we left.