APRIL 10, 2017 • 8:45 pm
-burnt boobs-
Unfortunately, I had to accept Sherley's offer since I'm really broke asf. My paintings today aren't quite the seller like they used to be.
My hands are awfully tired from carrying four different platter and serve them without breaking. Four. From my hands to my wrist, I manage to balance them gracefully as I swift table by table.
Everything was going well until one idiot had dripped coffee on my apron, and what happens when an idiot and a klutz interlace? Disaster. Not long after I was wiping, he reached out for the cup I was holding and all of the hot coffee was poured into me. Hot coffee. I didn't knew how to react to my almost burnt boobs. It was all over my chest and since I have this short-tempered manner, I've set it aside to not give myself an act of embarrasment, and apologize to the damn guy who looks so good but is an idiot.
YOU ARE READING
Say You Won't Let Go
Short StoryShe is Autumn He is August. and as the leaves turned red, the start of a sad love.
