Do you have that moment in life when you get lost in between the reality and the daydreams? Is it not normal, because I always do.
It should be a typical day in my life where in I stumbled in a new coffee shop to get a doze of caffeine. But, I found myself standing in front of the cashier being accused. Why on earth would I asked her a cup of free of coffee when I could get a good brew from my Granny.
Where did I put my wallet?
Thinking way hard and fast, I remembered the guy with the hoodie who accidentally bumped my ass-off the ground. That jerk turned out to be a thief who I am sure was the one who stole my wallet, the same guy who was standing in front of me.
I grabbed my his hoodie and revealed his deep auburn hair. He turned his head to look at me with his set of pretty bluish gray eyes. I shook the compliment forming in my head.
"You're the guy in the alley who stole my wallet. Huh?!"
He tilted his head in disbelief, "Miss, I'm sorry but you could have mistaken me from someone else. I'm indeed paying your cup of coffee as an apology to what happened earlier. But, oh man, I am no thief,"
"I am no-"
I stopped in the middle of my rant.
Then it hit me, I was not smart enough to pick up my purse when I run away. I silently cursed myself for that. It was actually a minute too late before I could argue. The guy with that hoodie was already handing a bill to the still frowning cashier girl.
Blame the surprise visit from my mom who I never expected to come.