The Dancing Light

Agreed. Although this coffee shop seems hopeless.

No, it doesn’t. It sounds corny and unrealistic.

No, you're unfortunately wrong. Fucking in a coffee shop would never happen.

Yeah, okay. 

I think you're right. 

Fine. I’m only trying to help out a girl who looks pretty damn close to rock bottom. Sorry for trying to help.

No, no. I didn't mean to sound bitchy, it's just that I haven't met someone genuine in a while.

Do you need to talk at all?

But I don't even know you. Why do you care? 

you still drunk, hun? Oh, gosh.

Not drunk, just...out of it. Sorry.

Sorry again. 

she frowns. I don't think I live here, I'm not sure.

I'm fine. Thanks for asking, random ass stranger. *she musters a small smile*

I'm late, I'm late..

She's walking in nonchalantly after a long night of wandering.

Goody two shoes that thinks she can act tough.

I may not be tough, but I'm sure as hell not a goody two shoes.

Meh. *shrugs* Wouldn’t want to lie to ya.

Huh, so I was right?

Wow, don’t you think you’ve got it all worked out.

Maybe so, that's just a judgement call based on what I've seen. I could be wrong, couldn't I?

And what is my “type”, darling?

You know exactly what your type is. The conceited guy who's too good for anyone but himself and the girls he shags. At least until he's bored of them, too.

Ouch, someone seems a bit.. touchy.

Oh, no. Usually I'm a joy to be around. I just know your type, so to speak.