#˹ 𝒗. main. ˼ — i'm still not where i wanna be‚ so what more do you want from me? i should've been somebody by now.

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 ❛ sir, we still need sixteen cents. ❜

 ❛ no, yeah, i- i know, i just... h-hang on, i, i know i have it. ❜

 THEY'RE STARING. THEY'RE ALL STARING. a bead of sweat slowly trails down the back of your neck, disappears beneath the collar of your shirt. you normally know exactly how much to bring, the precise amount of change you need for your order, but at the last second you'd decided to buy a strawberry danish for natalie and that fucked up your process and now you don't have enough but you can't in good conscience put it back and turn up empty - handed but you still don't have enough and EVERYONE IS WAITING ON YOU so can you PLEASE hurry it up you FUCKING ——

 seemingly out of nowhere, a hand reaches forth and drops a quarter into the barista's awaiting palm, and she rings out the change with a roll of her heavily mascaraed eyes. your thoughts are interrupted, and the angry voice is gone, replaced by the general muted murmur of an everyday coffee shop.

 trying desperately to hide the way you're still faintly trembling, you slowly turn to face the person who'd stepped in to save your hide, sleepless eyes darting anywhere but their face.

 ❛ you didn't have— i mean, i— uh. thanks. ❜

@remory that one coffee shop thing

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teeny verse dump.