I met Hank at Starbucks since he has a day off. I noticed that he just seems weird since the last week, it was like he doesn't want to talk to me too much and I hate that. I've got to do something because I don't want to be desperate here. "Hey, Hank. I'm damn bored here,"
Hank murmurs something with his emerald eyes glued on his screen phone as he texted with his work stuff. If I could just throw his phone away that it would be satisfied. Instead of that, I roll my eyes and poke his hand on the table. He looked up to me with his eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"You didn't want to talk to me,"
"What do you want to talk about?"
For real? He seems stupid.
I feel irritated when he just looking back to his phone after that. I frown as I stood up from the chair and walk away from him.
