004 Bubbles

Famished and unenthused.

I swear my stomach had literally spoke out loud to me. Its message was simple; teriyaki. After hitching a ride across the bridge, walking through a densely populated bus stop in the rain, I had arrived. A bell rang as I shuffled through the door. Music was playing in Japanese. Just over the counter the two cooks, and the cashier stared at me blankly. I was the only one there, and I could tell they were as excited to be there as I was.

I sat down after ordering to notice the following things: the floor was cold on my feet, the table was cold on my forearms, the tea was hot on my throat, I was still hungry, and now uncomfortable. Today was as bland as the weather; cold, grey and I spent most of it trying to be as literate as possible. I sat reading an article that didn't interest me in the slightest. In fact, I'm not even sure I know what the article was about. I started reading it from the middle. Placing the folded paper on the table, I slouched down and relaxed in my chair. My phone buzzed. I felt it through my cold forearm. I looked down. My low level of enthusiasm influenced the speed in which I checked it. To my surprise I found...

[insert name here]

Tiny, tingly, tightly packed bubbles started at my toes. At first I don't react, I'm having trouble accepting the bubbles are even there. Up my calves. Over my knees. My stomach turned a bit. It turned in the good way, the way that forcibly straightens you up in your chair. Bubbles up my chest. My heart fluttered. My face was red from heat. The bubbles had reached my brain, and I understood. She asked If I was willing to stay up late tonight. I could do nothing but adjust the unenthusiastic posture of my cheeks, and smile.

Plans for the evening.