He’d Do

as reply to Pete's mind kept spinning.

He kept wanting to stare at her. Fuck he didn’t even look at her name tag. The line got longer. As more people with college sweatshirts came in. A class or something had ended. He left outside felt darker, he knew they shouldn’t really be so close to each. They wouldn’t have put her here on purpose. 

We’re they trying to stalk him he thought. It was a sort of watcher. Though she seemed busy with her job, she seemed like she didn’t recognise him thankfully. 

He probably looked bad. Unlike himself, bigger he imagined. He sipped his drink. Different than anything he’d normally order. Sickeningly sweet.

He had a plan he’d go back tomorrow then he’d figure it out. That’s what he’d do.