gobboguy
Cyadical
wanderingwolf
Charley
PrinceAlexus
sandstorm
BunniesOfDoom
Andreyich
LetsFlySonny didn't like what he saw when he saw the woman and what looked like her boyfriend leave the coffee shop with the pup...and the other two. There was something about them and the rest of their party that smelled off. His brain was suggesting for him to be invasive about the situation. It was almost like what happened that supermarket, except he was concerning himself with keeping an eye on them. It was as though they were all on their way out of the shop as soon as they came in.
He waited a while to collect himself. Around here, listening to this gut instinct gets you labeled as a weirdo who can't mind their own business. There was little to nothing to work off of for this baseless concern either.
But, then again, there was what happened at the supermarket. What if someone got seriously hurt? It's not like that group seemed to be friendly. The one with the dog looked disturbed --- whatever the look could be called. It seemed sort of complicated. She had a lot going on in that moment, it seemed, when the others concerned themselves with her.
Maybe he needed to call the cops.
He replayed the moment they all left the shop in his head all over again. She didn't look like she was going to leave, she seemed like she was in a pretty comfortable position and was going to be there for a little while longer for work or something like that. She was clearly blind but the ear buds gave the impression things would be a while. There was also that guy with her who didn't particularly seem to be in a rush.
As Sonny waited in line to submit an order, he kept replaying what he saw of the group in his head trying to justify the perturbances with the smallest behaviors he can recall. From the placements of their arms, their distances from one another, and the looks their faces had while engaging each other; he made certain to overthink the situation. He may have been a failing comedian, but, he could read a room full of books just as well as a pro at his level in the game. The problem he had wasn't the social side of things. Sonny just sucked at making people laugh.
It definitely wasn't a stretch to say only the woman and the man she came in with weren't friends with whoever that was that put them on edge. It was totally accurate, in his brain, that there was clearly a problem between the person who approached that blind woman. There had to be. What blind person reacts to someone being there with that kind of timing? It was like it was out of a story or something like that.
Maybe Sonny was just being a creep. Sure, he people watched from time to time trying to understand them and their business he could rarely hear. For fun, he'd fill in the details on his own. He relished in grand assumptions and mad libs. So, perhaps, he wasn't being entirely creepy...aside from watching people like a pigeon waiting for its bread. If he could, he'd make money doing this kind of stuff. He was stuck in fiber optics though. He was just a dude who did nothing for long periods of time on the job, like he was doing now, off the job site, waiting until the managers get freaked out by a heads up from the company V.P. who ran the whole racket.
What a racket.
When he grabbed his coffee from the counter there was a gunshot.
Sonny had a feeling.
He ran outside and there was an alley.
He called the cops and gave them the location. Like the snitch he always was.
He was scared to go into the alley, but he walked to the corner of it anyways.
There was the man who was with the blind woman. And everyone else.
He waited a while to collect himself. Around here, listening to this gut instinct gets you labeled as a weirdo who can't mind their own business. There was little to nothing to work off of for this baseless concern either.
But, then again, there was what happened at the supermarket. What if someone got seriously hurt? It's not like that group seemed to be friendly. The one with the dog looked disturbed --- whatever the look could be called. It seemed sort of complicated. She had a lot going on in that moment, it seemed, when the others concerned themselves with her.
Maybe he needed to call the cops.
He replayed the moment they all left the shop in his head all over again. She didn't look like she was going to leave, she seemed like she was in a pretty comfortable position and was going to be there for a little while longer for work or something like that. She was clearly blind but the ear buds gave the impression things would be a while. There was also that guy with her who didn't particularly seem to be in a rush.
As Sonny waited in line to submit an order, he kept replaying what he saw of the group in his head trying to justify the perturbances with the smallest behaviors he can recall. From the placements of their arms, their distances from one another, and the looks their faces had while engaging each other; he made certain to overthink the situation. He may have been a failing comedian, but, he could read a room full of books just as well as a pro at his level in the game. The problem he had wasn't the social side of things. Sonny just sucked at making people laugh.
It definitely wasn't a stretch to say only the woman and the man she came in with weren't friends with whoever that was that put them on edge. It was totally accurate, in his brain, that there was clearly a problem between the person who approached that blind woman. There had to be. What blind person reacts to someone being there with that kind of timing? It was like it was out of a story or something like that.
Maybe Sonny was just being a creep. Sure, he people watched from time to time trying to understand them and their business he could rarely hear. For fun, he'd fill in the details on his own. He relished in grand assumptions and mad libs. So, perhaps, he wasn't being entirely creepy...aside from watching people like a pigeon waiting for its bread. If he could, he'd make money doing this kind of stuff. He was stuck in fiber optics though. He was just a dude who did nothing for long periods of time on the job, like he was doing now, off the job site, waiting until the managers get freaked out by a heads up from the company V.P. who ran the whole racket.
What a racket.
When he grabbed his coffee from the counter there was a gunshot.
Sonny had a feeling.
He ran outside and there was an alley.
He called the cops and gave them the location. Like the snitch he always was.
He was scared to go into the alley, but he walked to the corner of it anyways.
There was the man who was with the blind woman. And everyone else.