Busy, busy. Move around all the people, all the low chairs and weird decor.

More people all in a line, waiting for their dose of caffeine, loaded with chocolate or caramel or whipped cream.

Why do these people even need caffeine? They’re all kids, like 16 or 17. But then again who am I to judge as I lift my pink energy drink to my lips.

Sit down by the bathrooms. Finish the drink. Move down the hall. Stand to wait. A song comes on.

Oh please not this song. Not this song. Out of all songs, why this one. I don’t need any more reminders. Just when I’m feeling slightly better, that stupid, stupid song plays and hits me like a slap in the face.