So my friend and I biked down to Starbucks yesterday. I was so happy to see grey sky's. (Ok that sounds strange but after like reallllllllly hot weather its good).
In our town we can walk to the QFC, Bartells etc. And in the summer my friend and I usually bike down and get ice cream at Marble Slab, which is like 2 seconds away from our neighborhood.
The dramatic part was in Starbucks, where I spilt my mocha ALL over my shirt AND scarf. As the coffee hit me, I jumped up. It took me a few seconds to process what just happened.
I ripped the black and white scarf that was now drizzled in coffee stains and shoved it into Dani's hands and I hurried to the bathroom to scrub the coffee out of my white top. I spent like, 2 minutes in the bathroom trying to get some of the stuff out. Sweat beads started to form on my face as I panicked about the stain that it may leave (lol). Thankfully, I was wearing a vest, where I was forced to button it up somewhat to cover the wet top. Dani knocked on the door and was like, "What happened?!"
This had all happened in like, 5 minutes.
Thankfully a guy who worked there cleaned up the spilt coffee so I didn't have to go back and be like, moping it up all mortified and stuff.
I chugged some of my mocha and Dani tried to get down as much smoothie as possible (Brain freeze!). We left like, 2 seconds later.
Shakily I fumbled with the bike lock, my eyes darting around the parking lot area, where some creepy guys were. drama. Dani groaned when she saw our wet bikes, but I just said, "Don't worry about it, it's your brothers bike" (her bike was like, not alive so she was stuck with her older brothers bike).
I was probably over-dramatizing and stuff but yeah.
We took the back way out of the small shopping center area (consisting of a dry cleaners, pizza place, QFC, Bartell Drugs, Starbucks and Blockbuster. Plus a few other random places but yeah) Which was through the large alleyway. Its like, really big and you can see straight though it so its like, yeah. "Just get on and ride" I said flatly, frustrated but trying to keep calm.
There were multiple parking spaces at the back of the building, most filled up.UH-OH; creepy guy.
Dani and I (mostly me) petaled as harshly as our week souls would allow up the hill, hearts thumping into our rib cadge. Shakily we made our way back onto the edge of the road, where we would cross over into the side walk. I halted abruptly on my bike, but Dani practically crashed into me. drama.
Rain was spewing from the grey mask above our heads and onto our shaken, paper-white flesh.
Another hill.
Once we had crossed the road and were onto the sidewalk, I stopped, trying to re-group myself. "What just happened?" I questioned, referring to the Starbucks event.
Everything had happened so fast.
My legs carried my still shocked body (from the coffee incident then the creepy people) back to the neighborhood, where I fumbled in my pocket for the house key.
As I closed the door behind me I quickly changed, then doused my tank top with stain remover stuff.
It was like, totally dramatic.
