Ezra'sMature

I slid into a booth and ordered a coffee. The place was packed and I noticed a few older guys giving me dirty looks. It probably had something to do with the offending grunge song, but I ignored it. Anyone who doesn't like Grunge deserves little respect and probably receives even less.

I drank some of the sludge-like coffee. As I put the cup down and glanced at the surface of the grey-brown liquid, I caught sight of a blurry reflection. I turned around and saw Corrine Channowith, her unusual haircut getting disapproving little glances.

"Hey!" She smirked. "Fancy meeting you here."

The End

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