He sits down, pops open his laptop, and throws on his headphones. He starts typing in frantic bursts that look like his thumbs are about to fly off his hands. And then he stops and looks up with a glare so intensely cold itâ€™s as if nitrogen snow forms in the air between him and the girl sitting across the coffee shop.
How about I do some typinâ€™ and glarinâ€™?
Angry Laptop Boy just as quickly goes back to his frantic typing, then another abrupt stop to throw his icy stare again. The girl sits quietly reading with her drink, completely oblivious to the look of death sheâ€™s receiving.
More angry, angry typing, and when he looks up to glare again, sheâ€™s gone. Still completely unaware that he was there, the girl got up, tossed her cup in the trash, and casually walked out into the sun.
Â So I guess thatâ€™s one relationship that isnâ€™t going to work out.
2 thoughts on “Angry Laptop Boy”
I was really pulling for those two.
What is Mad!!! typing skills didn’t impress her? Damn, I guess I need to try something else.ðŸ˜’