Accents 1

Hello everybody! 

I mentioned when, and if, I ever get around to start writing, I will publish my writing here!

Here below is a glimpse at a short story I am working on! More to come next Sunday! Any feedback is welcome, so please let me know in the comments what do you think sould / will happen!

Have a nice week ahead!

We were celebrating the first victory of the year. The governors had decided against the Emotion Law because of the protests in the last few days. Livy was sitting in front of me, sipping her beer and pointing towards something with a cigarette in her hand. We were free. For now, anyway. A tall guy with a strong jawline and baby blue eyes entered the bar. He stopped and grinned when he saw Livy, and started making his way towards our table. I left to grab a drink, realized maybe I was being impolite and came back to hear him talk to Livy.

“So…” he said after he caught her in a bear hug “who’s your friend who’s gonna serve me breakfast tomorrow morning?”

Livy smacked himover the arm and made an apologetic face my way. Who does this guy think he is? God’s gift to women?

“I don’t “do” breakfast!” I answered, slightly annoyed. “I actually came back to ask if I could get you something from the bar, but I see you can’t stay! I’d say it was nice to meet you, but I don’t lie to people as a first impression!” I headed back to the bar, leaving him to collect his jaw from the floor. I honestly don’t know where that came from. I am never confrontational, and the best replies I have are usually at five thirty in the morning, after about two years, when I cannot sleep due to social anxiety. My blood was boiling. Who treats people like that?