JUNE

“You don't have to look anxious, I just —”

“She doesn't wish to speak with someone like you.” A man sat on my left, with his glare narrowed at him.

Compared to the man sitting on my right, this one looked clean-shaven. His black hair is slicked to the side with a gel. His green eyes glittered with anger, staring at the man as if he were moments from throwing him away.

“Why do you care? Wait for your turn mister. No one asked for your opinion, mister." ...