There are a few little things i can get myself to do one i get up in the morning and none of them include being in the loud crowd of a small café and getting almost step on three time already. I maybe short for my age but it doesn't make me a target for you big hairy feet,jackass. I would gladly say those words out loud and start a fight but it's my first day in school today and i can't be I'm too fucking tired too even use my voice right now.
I feel like i haven't talk to anyone out loud for so long. Usually i would have to make conversation with my mother as we have breakfast together, that's one of her request; talking during meals. She thinks its a family moment and that if i want to eat her food i don't have a choice. I don't really mind, she doesn't ask too much of me my mum, she's pretty cool with all my life choices and she did took care of me my all life; i owe her that much.
But now I'm living hours away from my home town, in my own apartment.
Ido have a roommate,but I've been living here for a week now and i barely saw him.
He wasn't even here the day i arrived, it was a bit awkward, like i was intruding someone home. Well it's not like he have much things in the commune rooms, it was mostly empty until i receive my stuff and that's not a lot either. I guess we're both not into decoration and furniture. I haven't been in his room though, maybe he got everything in there, he did told me he took the biggest bedroom.
We talked a couple time,when he actually spend more than 10minutes in the flat to get something. Maybe he got a girlfriend-or a boyfriend, how could i know?- who own a better place and just spend most of his time with them.
I don't know much about him. Well, he told me his name at least, Jung Hoseok,and that we go to the same art school. He's in his third year and have dancing as a main subject but he's also into producing music like me.I think it's cool to have something in common with my roommate, maybe he won't be too mad at me when i work on my music at 3 am -if he's actually going to be there an entire night.
I eventually arrived at the top of this endless queue, i clear my throat briefly to finally use my morning voice and ask the waitress for a latte and a blueberry muffin. After i paid for it i go sit wherever i can.
I'm almost to lost in my texting and it take me a few seconds to notice the voice calling my name. Well not exactly my name.
«Sugar»
A young waiter with pastel pink hair is looking right at me with a smirk while i get up a bit too quickly. I come to the counter nearly falling on my feet.
«Sugar».
His voice is not really loud but i can detect the tilt of amusement as he say it again. He's looking at me in the eyes still smirking, i take my stuff and i don't know why i feel the need to explain myself. But the pink haired guy don't let me a chance to talk as he go away carrying on to do his job. I feel frustrated and a bit embarrassed.
I gave up giving my name to waiters in café long ago, they never get it right so I rather give them some word i think of. I use 'sugar' out of habit because it was sort of a jock i shared with my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend i think, I'm not really sure yet.
I take a last look around to try to catch a glance at the cute pink haired guy but he's out of sight already. I sigh and look at the time on my phone. Shit I'm going to be late.
I hurry up outside hoping i won't get lost on my way to class.