2. He's Leaving
Your heart sinks to the bottom of the Marianas trench. Unrequited love. He says thanks for looking after his stuff. But his eye's linger again. You're both sort of staring. Your coffee stained trousers probably. He grins. Says goodbye. Your brain goes into meltdown. You contemplate writing a blog post about him and lying about the outcome as you stare at his bum as he walks out, those suitcase wheels clacking on the floor, the soundtrack to your life. Perhaps it was never meant to be. You tweet about it. "Deffo just got checked out by a cute guy in Starbucks. Do I run after him Breakfast At Tiffany's style?!!1"