You’re not an attention seeker, you just wanted to know if we liked the cakes. We don’t answer you until you are out of earshot. I think we are unlikely to be friends. You are not someone who drives to work and has a designated carking space. You have an apron and crumbs on your fingers. You spill my drink and mop it up with a dirty cloth and I talk over your apology because I’m not in the mood for this. I look at the couple on the next table: nine macaroons, a bottle of wine and holding hands.
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Day 13
Posted in Age: 21-30, Gender: Female, Location: Café/Restaurant, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, literature, london, macaroons, strangers, tea, wine, writing on November 13, 2009| Leave a Comment »
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