Tititit! Tititit! 03:00 a.m.
I hadn't slept all that well. The thoughts of Claire had consumed my mind. I rolled out of bed and hit some pushups, then took a shower.
It was dark and quiet outside. The amber streetlights glowed in the distance. I couldn't catch a glimpse of the moon from the window.
I grabbed my laptop and went downstairs. The pub was dimly lit. There were less than a dozen patrons. I checked my phone - 03:45 a.m. Perhaps I should sit by the fireplace, I thought, as I made my way there.
Had I not been alert, I would've almost stepped on the snoring human in the sleeping bag next to the couch. I shone my phone light. There were two more sleeping bags parallel to this one on the other side of the coffee table.
I tiptoed my way to the opposite end of the room and set my laptop on an empty table. This would have to be my permanent spot, I thought. The fireplace and the bar were most frequented by guests. There wasn't a quiet spot on those ends.
"Hi!" I turned around to see Anne coming up from the kitchen. "Hey Anne! Working the graveyard shift?" "Yeah. Can I get you something?" "No thanks!" "Coffee?" "I don't drink coffee. Thanks!" "Would you like some tea instead?" she offered. "Ah! No tea. I don't drink tea, coffee or alcohol." "Really?" "Yep!" "Interesting!" She sat down next to me.
I got a good glimpse of her face. She was gorgeous. She almost looked like Anne Hathaway. "Has anyone told you you look like Anne Hathaway?" "Do I?" she laughed. "Yeah. You're beautiful." "Aww, thanks!" she smiled.
Was I flirting? No, I wasn't. I was being honest. It was an honest complement, that's all. My mind jumped back to Claire.
"So, do you live upstairs?" I asked her. "Oh no! I live close by." "Do you live alone?" "No, I have a roommate." She got up. "I should probably go now. Let me know if you need anything," she smiled. "Thanks!" I smiled back.
Way to go Krsnah! Just keep asking personal questions and everyone will leave you alone. I checked the news.
Oxford University considers 'decolonising' music syllabus to make it less 'white European'
Whites must be silent when discrimination is discussed, says Paris deputy mayor Audrey Pulvar
Data withheld from team probing COVID in Wuhan -WHO
2 teen girls, 13 and 15, have been charged with carjacking and killing an Uber Eats driver in DC
Another doctor at Omsk Hospital where Navalny was treated dies
A Bill Gates Venture Aims To Spray Dust Into The Atmosphere To Block The Sun. What Could Go Wrong?
Carcinogen Found in Hand Sanitizers That Plugged Covid Gap
Goldman Sachs boss says 'go extra mile' despite 95-hour week
Police identify 21-year-old Ahmad Al Aliwi Alissa as suspect in Boulder shooting
Spiders and snakes swarm Australian homes as they flee record floods
Elon Musk responds to China’s military over fears Tesla cars are used for spying
I rubbed my eyes and stretched out my legs. There was no good news when I got online. Perhaps this is why I was moving farther away from the rest of the world. There was so much wrong that it would be impossible for one man to fix it all.
I closed my eyes and thought through the sentence. Was it grammatically correct?
I decided to go out for a run. Perhaps it would clear my head.