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Rated: E · Prose · Friendship · #1762287
About two people who don't get along meeting in a cafeteria, told from both perspectives.

I walk into the cafeteria and notice him sitting in the corner. He doesn't notice me, thank goodness, because if he did, he would probably come over and try to strike up a conversation, but our conversations are always awkward because he and I don't get along.Taking a tray and walking further in line, I am assaulted by a mixture of scents from the foods for sale. Meanwhile, my mind tries to flash back to the time I first started disliking him, but it goes blank becuase I don't remember how or why or when, so I buy lunch because that's easier.

It's lunchtime.



I notice him walk in and get in line. He doesn't think I noticed him, since I didn't go over and try to srike up a conversation. He never seems comfortable around me no matter what I do, so this time I don't even try. Setting my eyes back on my reading, I try to focus but can't because I find my mind drifting back to the days before that awkward feeling started, but I can't find the memory so I just try to read because that's easier.

It's lunchtime.

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