I was sitting at my usual window table in the diner that smelled of freshly brewed coffee. A steaming cup of the black looking liquid sitting on the table beside my sketch pad.

I came in here so much that all of the waitresses and waiters knew my name and knew to have a black coffee at my window table at exactly 1pm. They also knew about me being mute.

I was drawing a perfect replica of the cup of coffee when I was interrupted by a shit load of screaming emo kids like myself (minus the screaming part) outside, then four people came in and the manager locked the door.

I looked at them and knew immediately who they were. My chemical romance... I am a huge fan but I was really shy and just sat there continuing to draw.

They had sat at a table on the other side, farthest from the window.

I looked down at my drawing and starting editing it with my pencil when it broke.

I stood up and walked to the counter where Amy was. She was a waitress of course. "Hey sugar what do you need?" she asked. I showed her my pencil with a sheepish smile.

She smiled and handed me a sharpener. "Take it with you hon. You know what to do when you need more coffee." she said. I smiled at her and sat back down.

A few minutes later I was approached by a shy looking Mikey way...

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 26, 2017 ⏰

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