Daniel was in his usual spot sitting on a cafe and trying to find someone to talk. He seemed bored as he sipped his latte and made paper planes with the placemats. The waitresses were already annoyed.
Angel was running. He held tightly onto his bag seeming to be in a rush as he happened upon a cafe. “Oh nooo,” he huffed out trying continue at the same pace. His legs were burning, causing him to slow down, and bend over to catch his breath. “Why did I have to wake up so late,” his words were muffled from his heavy breathing.
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