the chance of anyone seeing me at cons is 0.001% becauseeeee –
- im too busy dying at work to attend
- im too busy dying at work to make merch - idk where/how to get merch made ((too busy dying at work to do research)) - i don’t know anything about conventions
((too busy dying at work to find out))
- can’t afford / no budget for these stuff ((too busy dying at work to live))
- no friends (here in NY; but i have like… 2.. back home… that talk to me regularly…haha…) - shy - tired 24/7 - im jaehee
Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]
He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her.
Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company.
He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.
So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.