Lunch Break

            Dan Garett sat in a pool of shaded sun, his face cast with a yellow glow from the table umbrella above. He checked his silver wristwatch, noticing it was a good half hour past the end of his lunch break, but that was okay. Nobody would notice, and he was still finishing his mint chocolate chip ice cream. It was in the blob-of-somewhat-solid ice cream in a sea of liquid stage. He smoothed his slightly receding dark hair with his fingertips, looking around. He appeared a bored man, his mouth inverted in something not quite a frown.

             As soon as his eyes rose above his cup of liquidating cream, he was faced with a woman in dark dress clothing and shiny black shoes, the kind that were only fashionable in her mind. Her nostrils flared, making the thick piercing between them all the more pronounced and disturbing. She was staring right back at him, harsh eyes giving him a headache. They stayed like that until a blonde woman with a messy ponytail, multiple handbags, and a black ball cap inadvertently knocked into the darkly dressed woman, causing her to turn around and face the careless pedestrian.

            Dan heard many fervent apologies as he jumped out of his plastic chair and ran from his intimidating boss, leaving only a Styrofoam cup and some melted ice cream behind.

Sage 

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