Anore;
The tea has gone cold.
I know this because I made it nearly forty minutes ago, and the steam from the cup disappeared a long time ago.
Still, I haven't touched it.
I sit alone in the pergola with one ankle resting over my knee while the other bounces restlessly under the glass table.
The rhythmic tapping of my feet against the glass and my occasional sighs are the only things that break the silence.
The tapping sound is beginning to irritate me, but not enough to make me stop.
My jaw tightens as the memory replays itself again.
That damned restaurant. That damned girl. And Anu…
My fingers curl slowly into fists at the thought of that exhausting girl!
I can still see the way she looked at me after smashing that bottle over the bastard's head.
Disappointed. Disgusted.
Like I had failed some invisible test I didn't even know she was giving me.
How dare she look at me like that!? Like I was some disgusting vermin unworthy of her presence. The audacity!
