20 June 2012
It all began whith a cup of milk and a cocktail stick.
It was a Friday, i think, he walked into the cafè and rang the bell on the counter, to get attention. I walked over to table number five, where he was sitting, i started to hate him straight away, i didnt even know him but he had a face that you just hate when you see it. " can i take your order sir?" " A cup of milk and a double cheese burger please" he mumbled " comin' right up" i sighed a briskly walked over to the kitchen. ( really tired not writting any more till tommorow)
HIM. • Opuss № I