"Two tall vanilla lattes for Uruha, coming up!" [English version]
Just another day at Starbucks.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">To tell the truth, I get pissed off whenever I see you. I don’t know why you always loiter in this Starbucks branch when there’s one just across the street, even closer to your school (idiot, I’m not a stalker okay, just that I always see you entering there whenever I go to class). It’s just… it just pisses me off. I don’t even know why because you’re not that bad to look at; fuck, you even look better than some girls there and you’re a guy (fuck you, I’m not gay). But you’re just always there, sitting at the couch all cool and shit, as if you own the couch and other one over at that table, your bag even sitting there. But you’re not even doing anything. Okay, so maybe you’re reading, writing occasionally or playing on your PSP, but usually just listening on your music player. You’re just chilling there. It pisses me off.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Okay, okay. I’ll be a liar if I said I really didn’t know why I’m pissed off because that’s bullshit - when people say they feel something, like if they’re pissed or depressed, they know exactly why they feel like that, it’s bullshit if they say they don’t. Well, I’m usually easy to anger and I keep grudges too. Do you remember… I think it was during the second week of classes, but most probably you don’t. But I had so many baggages then, damn those professors, they made us bring so much crap plus I even brought my laptop since we had a presentation that day. Of course I was very tired at that time, and Starbucks was my only refuge (besides, that’s where my group mates and I decided to meet). How would I know that your classes got suspended and you people swarmed everywhere, and in turn, Starbucks got full? And it just so happened that the only vacant seat was the couch on the table you occupied. It wouldn’t be that rude if I asked to sit there, right?
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mso-fareast-language:JA">After my nerve-wracking English speech just to ask for the seat next to you, you just stared at me for a while, and then went back to reading. Fuck god damn, who wouldn’t be fucking pissed at that? Okay, given that you’re one of the elites and you probably won’t mingle with the likes of the ordinary citizens, but what happened to respect and courtesy (damn, nosebleed)? Probably, that’s the reason why your face is imprinted in my mind, and my hatred for the rich and handsome people like you. You think you’re the only ones living in the world.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Which is why I get even more pissed whenever I see you, because you don’t even know what happened. I bet it doesn’t even cross your mind that once in your prosperous life, you managed to wrong a certain Aoi. But then again, why would it linger in your mind? Most probably you have better things to think off, like what again? Girls? Cars? Partying? I’m not rich, I wouldn’t understand that.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">But my blood just can’t help boiling whenever I see you arrive inside this Starbucks, especially when I’m already inside too. Then it just so happens that the couch you always chill at is vacant? Oh, how I want to sit there and raise my feet up on the other couch just so you can’t sit there. But I’m not that thick-faced, and as if I’d actually do that.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Tch, fuck it all. Why am I so bitter? This happened so long ago already, and it’s almost the end of the term. Well how am I supposed to get over it when every time I go to that SB branch, I see you? Sometimes I just want to go over to the Starbucks near your school but I’m afraid I’ll see you there. Which is unlikely because you’re always here.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Ahh, dammit. There are better things that I have to think of than your face. Like this group presentation that, as usual, I will make and they will plan for. Did anything change? Not really.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">There, group mates are gone now and I’m the only one left. Just staring at the laptop because I can’t think of anything to put in the presentation. And I haven’t even finished drinking the milk latte that I ordered earlier on. Which I have no intentions of finishing just yet because it’s raining. Nice time to sleep. I removed Lappy (laptop) from the table for a while and set it on the couch next to me - yes, I’m sitting at the couch that you’re always sitting on. That’s because my group mates chose to sit here earlier and I’m too lazy to stand up (plus there are no other vacant seats). You’re not that special to avoid, okay. And it looks like you won’t be dropping by here, it’s raining. Stretch for a while, then slump on the table. People won’t care even if I lie on my back here or something; too busy. Of course, since it’s the submission for various school works.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">For a moment I stared outside. I never knew watching the rain was this calming, especially when you see the raindrops sliding on the glass. It makes me all the more sleepy. I straightened up for a while; I need to work now. I won’t be able to start this properly at home so it’s better if I start here. I’ll just let the rain pass first, since I’ll be damned if Lappy got wet. I can’t help thinking though if you moved to another Starbucks branch because I really haven’t gotten a glimpse of even just your shadow since earlier. Of course that’s better, nobody will piss me off. It’s just so puzzling, since I always see you when I’m here, not once did I not see you.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Okay, game face on, and I brought the laptop back on the table. I put the earphones on Lappy; I need decent rock, not unlike the jazz music they play that sound like farting. To my disadvantage I’ll be working without a mouse, and it’ll take me quite some time because I’m not used to working like that. But I’m okay with not using a mouse, it’s quite challenging. I sip little by little on the latte. I didn’t even notice that I’ve been working for about an hour now (and that my drink’s now gone) until I felt an insistent tapping on my shoulder.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">God damn it, you’re too close for comfort.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Of course I got startled, backed a bit, and glared at you. I noticed your forehead crease, apparently you were saying something. I removed my earphones and you smiled.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Dammit.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">“Is this seat taken?” you ask, even with an American accent dammit, how elite-sounding. But for some strange reason, I don’t get pissed.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">“Uh… no, not really,” I answered a bit apprehensively, and your forehead creased even more, I think you’re imagining me biting your face off your head. But you didn’t back off.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">“Mind if I sit here?” you asked again, but what can I do when you’re already sitting there? Of course I could only nod, you’re already there anyway.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">I wish I’d brought my earphones back to my ears already so that I wouldn’t have to hear what you said next.
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">“Um… I know it’s kinda rude to ask but… are you mad at me or something? I don’t think that you’re that unfriendly but…”
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">“Ah… no, I’m not mad, not mad at all,” I answered quickly, then let out an awkward laugh; you’ll understand something not in English, won’t you?
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">Then you smiled, damn your teeth are small (yeah, yeah, your smile is beautiful, I know that already), then you laughed. You removed your bag and left it on the couch, then stood up. “Well in any case, I think I should treat you to something. Looks like you’re gonna take long, right? Payment for intruding your space.” Then you’re gone, you’re already at the counter, ordering.
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">While I was staring at you there by the counter (and you staring back at me, smiling - damn, of course I averted my gaze), I just realized that maybe when I first saw you, the reason why you didn’t notice me was because your pair of Skullcandy headphones (yeah, that one you have on your neck) was secured over your ear. Perhaps you really didn’t hear me back then, because now I think that you seem nice. Unlike the others who go all holier-than-thou.
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">So I blushed profusely, and immediately went back to my work - feigning to do work - even if all I’m actually doing is clicking at some random part of my desktop. Embarrassing, but now I feel relieved. I feel really relieved.
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Besides, I’m getting treated to a tall vanilla latte (and maybe so much more).
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mso-fareast-language:JA">To tell the truth, I get pissed off whenever I see you. I don’t know why you always loiter in this Starbucks branch when there’s one just across the street, even closer to your school (idiot, I’m not a stalker okay, just that I always see you entering there whenever I go to class). It’s just… it just pisses me off. I don’t even know why because you’re not that bad to look at; fuck, you even look better than some girls there and you’re a guy (fuck you, I’m not gay). But you’re just always there, sitting at the couch all cool and shit, as if you own the couch and other one over at that table, your bag even sitting there. But you’re not even doing anything. Okay, so maybe you’re reading, writing occasionally or playing on your PSP, but usually just listening on your music player. You’re just chilling there. It pisses me off.
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">Okay, okay. I’ll be a liar if I said I really didn’t know why I’m pissed off because that’s bullshit - when people say they feel something, like if they’re pissed or depressed, they know exactly why they feel like that, it’s bullshit if they say they don’t. Well, I’m usually easy to anger and I keep grudges too. Do you remember… I think it was during the second week of classes, but most probably you don’t. But I had so many baggages then, damn those professors, they made us bring so much crap plus I even brought my laptop since we had a presentation that day. Of course I was very tired at that time, and Starbucks was my only refuge (besides, that’s where my group mates and I decided to meet). How would I know that your classes got suspended and you people swarmed everywhere, and in turn, Starbucks got full? And it just so happened that the only vacant seat was the couch on the table you occupied. It wouldn’t be that rude if I asked to sit there, right?
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">After my nerve-wracking English speech just to ask for the seat next to you, you just stared at me for a while, and then went back to reading. Fuck god damn, who wouldn’t be fucking pissed at that? Okay, given that you’re one of the elites and you probably won’t mingle with the likes of the ordinary citizens, but what happened to respect and courtesy (damn, nosebleed)? Probably, that’s the reason why your face is imprinted in my mind, and my hatred for the rich and handsome people like you. You think you’re the only ones living in the world.
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">Which is why I get even more pissed whenever I see you, because you don’t even know what happened. I bet it doesn’t even cross your mind that once in your prosperous life, you managed to wrong a certain Aoi. But then again, why would it linger in your mind? Most probably you have better things to think off, like what again? Girls? Cars? Partying? I’m not rich, I wouldn’t understand that.
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">But my blood just can’t help boiling whenever I see you arrive inside this Starbucks, especially when I’m already inside too. Then it just so happens that the couch you always chill at is vacant? Oh, how I want to sit there and raise my feet up on the other couch just so you can’t sit there. But I’m not that thick-faced, and as if I’d actually do that.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Tch, fuck it all. Why am I so bitter? This happened so long ago already, and it’s almost the end of the term. Well how am I supposed to get over it when every time I go to that SB branch, I see you? Sometimes I just want to go over to the Starbucks near your school but I’m afraid I’ll see you there. Which is unlikely because you’re always here.
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">Ahh, dammit. There are better things that I have to think of than your face. Like this group presentation that, as usual, I will make and they will plan for. Did anything change? Not really.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">There, group mates are gone now and I’m the only one left. Just staring at the laptop because I can’t think of anything to put in the presentation. And I haven’t even finished drinking the milk latte that I ordered earlier on. Which I have no intentions of finishing just yet because it’s raining. Nice time to sleep. I removed Lappy (laptop) from the table for a while and set it on the couch next to me - yes, I’m sitting at the couch that you’re always sitting on. That’s because my group mates chose to sit here earlier and I’m too lazy to stand up (plus there are no other vacant seats). You’re not that special to avoid, okay. And it looks like you won’t be dropping by here, it’s raining. Stretch for a while, then slump on the table. People won’t care even if I lie on my back here or something; too busy. Of course, since it’s the submission for various school works.
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">For a moment I stared outside. I never knew watching the rain was this calming, especially when you see the raindrops sliding on the glass. It makes me all the more sleepy. I straightened up for a while; I need to work now. I won’t be able to start this properly at home so it’s better if I start here. I’ll just let the rain pass first, since I’ll be damned if Lappy got wet. I can’t help thinking though if you moved to another Starbucks branch because I really haven’t gotten a glimpse of even just your shadow since earlier. Of course that’s better, nobody will piss me off. It’s just so puzzling, since I always see you when I’m here, not once did I not see you.
mso-fareast-language:JA">
mso-fareast-language:JA">Okay, game face on, and I brought the laptop back on the table. I put the earphones on Lappy; I need decent rock, not unlike the jazz music they play that sound like farting. To my disadvantage I’ll be working without a mouse, and it’ll take me quite some time because I’m not used to working like that. But I’m okay with not using a mouse, it’s quite challenging. I sip little by little on the latte. I didn’t even notice that I’ve been working for about an hour now (and that my drink’s now gone) until I felt an insistent tapping on my shoulder.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">God damn it, you’re too close for comfort.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Of course I got startled, backed a bit, and glared at you. I noticed your forehead crease, apparently you were saying something. I removed my earphones and you smiled.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">Dammit.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">“Is this seat taken?” you ask, even with an American accent dammit, how elite-sounding. But for some strange reason, I don’t get pissed.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">“Uh… no, not really,” I answered a bit apprehensively, and your forehead creased even more, I think you’re imagining me biting your face off your head. But you didn’t back off.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">“Mind if I sit here?” you asked again, but what can I do when you’re already sitting there? Of course I could only nod, you’re already there anyway.
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mso-fareast-language:JA">I wish I’d brought my earphones back to my ears already so that I wouldn’t have to hear what you said next.
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">“Um… I know it’s kinda rude to ask but… are you mad at me or something? I don’t think that you’re that unfriendly but…”
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">“Ah… no, I’m not mad, not mad at all,” I answered quickly, then let out an awkward laugh; you’ll understand something not in English, won’t you?
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">Then you smiled, damn your teeth are small (yeah, yeah, your smile is beautiful, I know that already), then you laughed. You removed your bag and left it on the couch, then stood up. “Well in any case, I think I should treat you to something. Looks like you’re gonna take long, right? Payment for intruding your space.” Then you’re gone, you’re already at the counter, ordering.
mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">
mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">While I was staring at you there by the counter (and you staring back at me, smiling - damn, of course I averted my gaze), I just realized that maybe when I first saw you, the reason why you didn’t notice me was because your pair of Skullcandy headphones (yeah, that one you have on your neck) was secured over your ear. Perhaps you really didn’t hear me back then, because now I think that you seem nice. Unlike the others who go all holier-than-thou.
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mso-fareast-language:JA;mso-no-proof:yes">So I blushed profusely, and immediately went back to my work - feigning to do work - even if all I’m actually doing is clicking at some random part of my desktop. Embarrassing, but now I feel relieved. I feel really relieved.
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Besides, I’m getting treated to a tall vanilla latte (and maybe so much more).
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