JUNE
“You don't have to look anxious, I just —”
“She doesn't wish to speak with someone like you.” A man sat on my left, with his glare narrowed at him.
Compared to the man sitting on my right, this one looked clean-shaven. His black hair is slicked to the side with a gel. His green eyes glistened with anger, staring at the man as if he were moments from throwing him away.
“Why do you care? Wait for your turn, mister. No one asked for your opinion." The first man glared at him, looking god-damned murderous.
"Scurry away now that I'm asking nicely! Else I will call the security on you for harassing a lady." He huffed, looking like he was moments from throwing the man out.
The first man rose from the chair, glared at the second one, and hastened back to his table.
“That's what the
