Write about: Gym and Alley.
I figured it was probably about time.
Work was mostly okay today. Could have done without the migraine that arrived late morning, but nobody asked my opinion on that one beforehand.
"My coffee is cold," Gym announced with a slow shake of his head. "Again."
"The way you were adding cream to that thing," Alley said, "I'm not sure that it still qualifies as coffee."
"Well, they should provide heated cream then!"
"For who? You and Bucktooth Nobody?" Alley rolled her eyes and used her right index finger to dig something out of her ear before continuing. "Don't be such a dumbbell."
"I bet tonnes of people would like that, you stupid pinhead!"
"Really? Should I take a little wander around this coffee shop and see who else might be interested? Maybe get them to sign a petition?" Alley sprung out of her seat, bouncing on the balls of her feet as though she couldn't wait to get started.
"Sit down!" Gym hissed, looking around nervously as he shifted his weight from side to side. "You know I hate it when you make a scene. Besides, that cute girl over there is watching."
Seated at her favorite corner table, Libby allowed a brief smile to cross her lips before returning her gaze to her copy of Stephen Hawking's A Brief History Of Time.