[attr="class","rght"]It was as if you were caught in a spell. It's slow and alluring. As if it was singing a silly song just for you. That toxic tune never leaving and your only reason is to not run but fly. Your heart has been with you and you love the touch of your own skin. Why is it that this soft tune is never leaving you? It's wonderful and new. And just like this day you await for your colleague. A friend who's been with you through thick and thin. So far, nothing amiss than the usual and soon enough the day would be over and you would be on your way home, your little Azalea waiting with beady eyes.

It's only half pass eleven, and the cafe you so love is unusually busy. People chatting and the normal barista smile at you. Embarrassed, you approach the counter and ordered the usual iced coconut chai latte and pay for it in share. Loose hair from your front falls out of place and you, in annoyance move it behind your ear, head down, and eyes following words written on your phone. A smile crosses your lips as you remembered how fond of a memory your college years were. They were short and non problematic, none got in your way for all that mattered.

You pause. A wave of uneasiness settles you. As if a pair of eyes were following your movement. You jump when your name was called, the barista smiles at you warmly. Chuckling a bit.

I was watching you miss, and, I have to say... --

"S-sorry," you say softly and rush out of the cafe. You interrupted him for a reason, and this reason was merely to avoid all form of contact of people unless it be your colleagues or select few friends. Holding onto your iced chai, you found your way in the city quite easily. No one pays attention to a plain girl heading towards the park. Not one bit.

The day was still quite young, and it's not every day where you have yourself a nice break. Sitting on a bench overlooking a fountain of one of the legendaries, you take out your phone. The camera app was pulled up and you brought the chai to your lips. An electric snap came from your phone, indicating the picture was taken.

You attach it to a message and sent it to your colleague, Gwyn; a small text which read, "I'm at the park, it's a really nice day today."