Dear Guy Sitting At The Table Beside Me, Sucking His Teeth While He Types Up His Screenplay,

There’s a reason I keep looking up from my writing.  I promise there is something more than fate causing us to consistently make eye contact with one another.  Had I not already drank the remainder of my green tea, I would have spilled it on your computer.


The chick giving you a death stare

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