[ Mindy lied, she doesn’t think the song is bad. In fact, she loves it. Or at least she used to. She and her father used to sing it on Christmas; they sang it in the car on the way to their annual special Christmas dinner, they sang it on their way home from the restaurant and they sang it while watching the fireworks on New Year’s Eve, a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. Now the song only reminded her of him and it brings her so much pain. But she refused to surrender to sadness, and so she turn her head towards the cashier and mumbled angrily to no one in particular. ]
❝ Fucking hell. It’sbeen 15 minutes, where the fuck is our food?❞
James only raised an eyebrow, realizing that her answer was half-hearted and unusual. However, he decided not to comment on it, he had learned not to pry into Mindy’s business very well.
"Relax. We have plenty of time.“
He replied as he looked behind the counter and saw a nervous looking guy. Another student, the boy thought to himself as he leaned against the counter.
