Through his door he passed by Laylas more shoes than normal.
"Were they still going?"
He counted only an extra pair. The anger he had the night before was less so. It was her life he thought, if she wants to be with that MSU loser it was fine.
He went out the door and locked it. It was a fall day. Leaves on the ground, and chilly, but also sunny. He didn't bring his sunglasses, but he wasn't really hungover.
There was a spot he used to go, only when it was his first year. It was kind of weird, in a sort of strip mall, across a busy road off campus. Here though the coffee was good. Plenty of it, and really nice pastries. That was more what he was after. Or sort of twice backed almond croissant. He liked that.
He'd brought a book even. So he was happy for that. There was a time in his life when this always scared him. Or something there was a fear. The days getting shorter maybe or maybe when his mom died. But today he felt like she was allowing him to be good. Feel good.
He liked the croissant. Almond and butter. He liked the small sliced almonds one top and crunch of the pastry. He liked his book too, it was a biography of a famous neuro-scientist had nice pictures in of brain cells.
"Were they still going?"
He counted only an extra pair. The anger he had the night before was less so. It was her life he thought, if she wants to be with that MSU loser it was fine.
He went out the door and locked it. It was a fall day. Leaves on the ground, and chilly, but also sunny. He didn't bring his sunglasses, but he wasn't really hungover.
There was a spot he used to go, only when it was his first year. It was kind of weird, in a sort of strip mall, across a busy road off campus. Here though the coffee was good. Plenty of it, and really nice pastries. That was more what he was after. Or sort of twice backed almond croissant. He liked that.
He'd brought a book even. So he was happy for that. There was a time in his life when this always scared him. Or something there was a fear. The days getting shorter maybe or maybe when his mom died. But today he felt like she was allowing him to be good. Feel good.
He liked the croissant. Almond and butter. He liked the small sliced almonds one top and crunch of the pastry. He liked his book too, it was a biography of a famous neuro-scientist had nice pictures in of brain cells.