"I like the bubbles." She said.

"Yeah always seems fancy I thought."

"Yeah, I used to hate this to be honest, I think its from always drinking pop, when you drink this its like something's missing."

"Yeah, my cousin says its a sign of the true adult, liking sparkling water, and I think...

"Ashley was coming back next weekend."  Imogen told Alan.

"Maybe you could meet her, I think you would like talking to her, she's pretty down to earth." Imogen said. 

Alan was at her cafe, there was only about a week left of break. Which was a lot of time, but also...

She woke up that day from a nightmare. One that once she really got up she was fine, but during she remembered how bad she felt.

During that time of school everyone had a place to be, people would come in wearing shirts of the colleges they got into. While...

He read something last night. Maybe it was on  Instagram or  Twitter , where you don’t remember like the top writer or the top football player, but you remember a good teacher or a good coach. These people you read about don’t really matter it’s the people who are close...

She liked having him. It was nice someone was there to talk to when it was slow. It seemed like though winter break was the busy period. They were the only place with a decent seating area. Imogen hated it though. Not the money, that she was happy, she could...

In the car he took a drink of his coffee. Damn, he thought, that was good. Way better than  Westcity and cheaper, he checked his bank app 3.10 for that a scone, Jesus.

He drove back through familiar streets, he decided to take the long way. That was nice, he liked...

"Haven't seen you here in awhile. Hold on a second, Im trying to do something. If you just want coffee theres some cups there, just leave a dollar or whatever."

"Hows it going?"

"I'm trying to." She was behind her espresso machine, and some lighting. "Set up a live feed, you know...

Aaron moved to New York a while ago, he’d tell people. It was really about two years ago, before that he was in Jersey where he worked at McDonalds and this frozen yogurt joint while he was going to art school. Sculpture, although he told everyone in New York that...

There was a lull. He poured the beer himself. The sound of it filling up the glass calmed him. He filled it halfway then drank that down. Filled it a bit more no one was looking and took another few gulps. Then while looking back he took another sip before...

He found one bar. It’s windows were steamed udon, but he could see through the window laptops and glasses of beer. It was like a mirage. At the same time he was warm and the bartender quickly poured him a beer. 

He looked around a lot of people alone like...