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>be me, an average uni student
>doing homework and stuffs in a 'stylish' coffee shop because the public library is closed for the day
>can't focus at all
>the whole damn place's filled with the sound of Macbook keyboards
>oh god, they're playing another Swift song, it's the sixth time in a row
>tired and defeated, I close my notebook and check my phone, my order isn't ready yet
>look across the room
>some guy just got hoodwinked by a really cute petite girl who made him sign some kinda paper
>he's being dragged outside by two women into a black Volga. Must've been a wanted criminal or something
>my thought wanders into those To Catch a Predator clips I've seen on YouTube
>I chuckle a bit
>that petite girl turns her gaze into me. I try to stop my laugh with small cough
>just as I start coughing, a waitress comes with a cup of coffee. Damn, about time
>"here is your order sir"
>I took a sip from the cup while watching the black Volga drove away, still chuckling silently
>suddenly starts feeling woozy, eyelids feel really heavy for some reason
>a black G-Wagen rolls up in front of the coffee shop
>the same two women came inside
>I look into the cup of coffee that I ordered
>it's not the americano I ordered. Motherf--
>body slams into the floor
>the last thing I see is that same girl from across the room, still watching me quietly with a smile across her face
>I heard the two women who lifted me and dragged me into the G-Wagen talking
>"but why take another one lah? Isn't one enough?"
>"just in case the first one's broken"
>"lemao"
>one of them is sighing, or was it a silent laugh?
>I stopped caring after one of them sacked my head, my mind still thinking about that damn girl from the coffee shop
