"Thank you," I said, handing the waitress a tip. I pushed open the door and walked out, glancing around the streets of Paris. I spotted that girl, Jemima, walking down the streets. I sighed. You still got it Tony, you still freakin got it.
I turned to walk towards my apartment, but something stopped me. I twisted my body and shifted my eyes back to Jemima. The rain soaked me, and I brushed my coat. I can't just leave her to wander home in the rain, I thought.
I started to follow her, slipping off my coat. "Hey, wait up!" I called, beginning to run.
Suddenly, my feet slipped out from under me. I fell flat on my back. "YOUCH!" I yelped. Realizing that I was probably being watched, I leaped to my feet and pulled myself together.
She was staring at me, with a blank expression. Suddenly it changed to an annoyed one. She spun on her heel and was off.
I slapped my forehead in anger. Moron! Pull it together!
I cautiously skipped over to her. "Can you just hear me out for one minute?" I asked, not sure where I was going to go with this.
She ignored me and kept walking.
I rolled my eyes and held out my coat, placing it over her shoulders. She shrugged it off and it fell to the wet concrete.
I gulped. I bent down and picked it up, threw it over my shoulder, and continued to follow her. "This has nothing to do with you," I said.
"What does that mean?" she asked, turning around to face me.
I was shocked by her sudden eye contact. "I'm not being nice because I think you're weak or something. I'm just trying to be nice, period."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, leave me alone." And with that, she ran away.
I clenched my fist. I tossed my coat onto the ground and headed for my apartment. Kill me.