Ash.

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Rosies is my favourite place to chill out AND is also where the entire retirement village tend to bunker up & sip tea when they're let out of their rusty cages.
No offence
I happen to spot this place when taking the long path back home; coming from my evening shift & let's just say I was instantly intrigued
my legs although a burden to my lanky body lead me here.
My big headed workaholic of a boss is really strict might I mention, and well me? I'm a lazy ass, in return for money, I tend to become a slave, surprising right?
You thought i'd be kicking ass with my skinny chicken legs but no, my ass is getting kicked cause I'm desperate for pay.
I'm just so ready to drown myself in some throat burning hot coco from Rosie's & forget the events of today's shift and fucking forget that hideous powdered hot chocolate laying dormant on my kitchen counter.
It's just some cheap ass sachet hot coco that I can afford with my slave money.
Rent is expensive okay man?!

The first thing that hit me as I stare at Rosie's from a few steps away is the nostalgia, being a little adventurous kid wanting to travel all by myself with somehow a limitless amount of money and toys.
WELL Fuck yeah!! Here I am 'living' my 'dream,' with my job & my cliche teenage worries right up my ass with me, how typical.

I wonder how my legs look in these tight jeans. Probably sexy right? Ha

Outside Rosie's is a buzzing park usually exploding with little kids & the occasional dumb, fun loving teens, although it is quite empty and mysterious right now since it's bedtime for most, just a few smokers and their dogs. I shiver adjusting my long coat and snap out of it, being reminded of what I didn't want to turn out as; a bum. Bums were the main reason I chose to fulfil this childhood fantasy of mine of going away from my home and 'living'.

I moved here to New York a few months back & as expected it's been so so rough.
Moving anywhere is rough.
I obviously don't know anyone coming here as a get away and as expected I'm a total meaningless stranger to each person I pass but hey, i'm not complaining I only like attention when there's pretty girls insight.
Yeah, you get it.
Though I choose to isolate myself in most cases & i'm not the best with keeping solid friendships either so that's not happening anytime soon, it's just too much damn effort you know? so much effort for no guarantee of the same back.
Relationship wise, i'm the hunter & don't want to keep going down the path of beating somebody else's heart because of my stupidity and boredom, and need for sex; I doubt i'd allow anyone to steal my heart and hunt me down so that's not a worry.
Never the less i'm looking for a new path to follow rather than being stuck onto my mum, no offence mum, I know this whole growing up thing will always make me miss her ass burning spicy chicken she used to make, she'd cheer me up with a pan full & hand me some paper to write stories with her. They were always so crazy. We even wrote about Spongebob becoming a pirate & sailing through all space & time until he came across a past version of himself and ruined the future and all this random bullshit.
Wait fuck that was a legitimate episode.

My hobby as you'd say is to write.
It's extra & stupid, I'm aware, not as cool as being a firefighter or policeman, maybe slightly cringey with the wording too as everyone can write but I just feel like I got something special like I can do something but I..
I feel a bittersweet sensation come upon me, thoughts running their very own marathon race. Finally deciding not to be a creep, I make my first steps in, almost missing the intricate rose patterned frame I always trace my finger over.
The warm & comforting atmosphere accompanied by the happy content people & smiley sleepy waiters really brings out that soft side of you that the outside world tends to hide away.
The smell of barista coffee & freshly made baking lead my attention over to the counter where a girl stood.
Yes I know it's cliche, and I know the attention of pretty girls drives me mad but she was beautiful; pretty was an understatement.
Stood behind the counter being completely oblivious to my creepy ass stare.
My eyes darted to her tanned face, slowly roaming down to her waist, even if i wanted to go lower the view was cut off by the countertop.
Sadly.
She turns her head my direction somehow sensing my eyes checking her out & I smile seeing as smiling is the only response I manage to muster up at her sexy glance.
She looks at me with a neutral expression, not understanding what's happening at the second.
Her eyes are demanding, that's for sure.
This never ends & I want to stare into her eyes forever, I want to challenge her.
So I stood there in the middle of the cafe staring at this girl who seems to have her eyes glued on me too, although she's not easily faltered, is she?
It's strange because it felt like everyone else slowly faded out & all I could see was her, all vintage movie style with the filter and everything; all she needed was a $3 fan to sway her hair & for me to know for certain that all she wanted to see was me.
Her eyes were definitely beautiful, greyish blue which blew my mind as it was odd for a brown skinned girl to have that sort of eye colour.
I mean they could match an early night sky.
I keep talking to myself having a debate in my head while she turns & strides away, probably to attend to others, getting a glimpse of her cute ass I try not to drool.
Standing there glued to the spot like a fucking fool, I finally decide to retrace my steps & head the short route home instead.

fuck hot chocolate I got my dose.