Before the call Alan thought about what he was going to say. Okay yeah just listen, then like bring it up "you remember  Imogen Howe ? I think I am in love with her."

"Like nothing has happened but we hugged a few times, and it felt different like. You know...

"Its not like they care about the flavor... They just want the same old shit you know."

"Yeah, I mean its crazy though still they fire you for that."

"I know man, and its like they called me the head chef, let me do something, let me innovate you know."

"Yeah, man I...

It was a slow day, but people kept coming in at the wrong time. Interrupting their conversations and making him question whether she was interested. She seemed pre-occupied didn't even mention the youtube video she sent him. A parrot kissing another parrot and saying "Mwah". Maybe it was how he...

He was happier than he should be just driving to get cat food, then going to a coffee shop. He was imagining what he'd say to Imogen Howe . Maybe he would pretend he didn't know her when he walked in, or maybe he'd just say the usual. He wanted...

His dreams surrounded him. Like he was plunged into water. There was a sandy hill, and he was running there was some kind of dinosaur. Then all of a sudden there was nothing, like he'd fallen through the sand. Black surrounded him and then he was up a hot air...

"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...