|Glade|I smile. People just didn't give a shit about me because there really was nothing interesting I did - trying to help people was the only thing I was good at.
And for the first time someone complimented me on that. And it was a cute girl!
Simon, this sounds like something out of a badly written internet roleplay.
I increased my step's rate, approaching Glade. I didn't want her to run off again. And she did have some weird mood swings. C'mon, I decided to help her. I wasn't going to back down on something I started, no matter he shit we went through. Who was I thinking to again? Oh, yeah, me.
"So, uhm, I take it you do give a shit about bass players, or maybe I'm completely wrong."
|Streets|
"Nice, cute, and a bass player. You got a lot more going for you then you think." I say as I grab his arm and start to walk into the coffee shop. I wonder what he's thinking right now...god this sounds like an RP...it would be weird to have your life dictated by someone typing at a computer...what if this entire universe is just a program...what if. Well that doesn't change the fact that I have a cute boy over here.
Ah coffee and a boy...what else is there to have. I say jokingly to myself as we walk into the shop. "Do you like coffee?"