Please don't stand so close to me Who: Hyemi & Brian Where: The Mudhouse When: Late afternoon, an hour or two after school
Hyemi rolled her eyes and shifted her stance as she waited in line at the coffee shop. Why were some people so indecisive? Why couldn't they just walk into a place knowing exactly what they wanted, order it and then get the hell out? As she watched the man scrunch his eyes and stroke his chin, she felt her temper prickle; this man was wasting her time. As he stood there, torn between a frappuccino and a caramel macchiato, precious seconds of her life were draining away, and she'd never get them back.
In a perfect world she thought, these people would be thrown to the wolves.
She huffed loudly and folded her arms across her chest. After the were-shark fracas, Hyemi was no longer in the mood to visit the library. Or rather, she was no longer in the mood to sit in the library and study; that just wasn't happening today. Daydreaming, doodling and staring into space? Oh yeah, she was in a great mood for that, but the American Civil War? Not so much.
After picking up a book relevant to her interests at that precise moment, Hyemi had gone home to change into something less garish, before heading over to the coffee shop. As it happened, she needn't have rushed; this asshole had been holding up the line for five minutes and he still didn't look any closer to reaching a decision.
As Hyemi's retinas burned deeper into the side of the man's skull, she felt someone brush against her. Ugh. She turned her head to scowl at the offending human; why did some people fail to understand the concept of personal space? She was a Komodo dragon, not a bumper car, and if she'd wanted someone to stand that close to her, she'd tell them.
"Do you wanna take a step back? I came here to get coffee, not a conjoined twin."
And if I was in the market for one of those, I'd pick one with better hair. Ugh, what a bonehead.