Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 12:04:44 GMT
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othing could beat the weekend. Free from all responsibility and obligations, with all the time in the world. Morgan didn't even have to deal with other people. Which all seemed great when he first strolled out the dorms on a Saturday morning, headed to the mall.
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He'd spent a good portion of the day wandering around, window-shopping: basically torturing himself with all the goods he wanted but couldn't have. Usually it was fun to check out the latest tech, the latest trends, the newest fads. But after a few hours on his own Morgan had just about had enough.
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There was only one thing he could afford that offered a quick feeling of reward and enjoyment, a cheap lunch. It was already past peak lunch time down at the food court, families were making their way out and plastic trays were strewn on every other table where they'd been left after the lunch rush. Morgan joined the back of a relatively small queue to the food counter, counting the change in his pocket.
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He tended to order the same thing from this fast food chain. It always looked and tasted the same, so it was pretty much guaranteed that his money wouldn't be wasted. But he had to admit it was a boring, safe option. The person in front of him had already moved to the front and Morgan lingered right behind. Come to think of it, judging solely from the back of this stranger, they seemed to know what they were doing. Morgan made a point to eavesdrop on their order, remembering every detail of the otherwise mundane conversation between customer and cashier.
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Whatever the heck they ordered, it wasn't what Morgan would usually go for. He bent round to see what price came up on the till, but to no avail. Surely it couldn't be that expensive though. Even as they took their food order away, Morgan's eyes drifting along with them, staring at the table they sat down at. Morgan failed to hear that he was being called forward at first, and went on reciting the previous customer's order, word-for-word, albeit in a more meek and hesitant voice. By the time he'd paid and grabbed his lunch, he already knew where he was going to sit.
[break][break] This wasn't weird at all, right? Eavesdropping, staring, ordering the exact same thing as a total stranger ...and then sitting at a table across from theirs. This was almost normal behaviour by Morgan's standards. He felt he'd pushed himself a little, but honestly there was nothing too odd about this to him.
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He'd spent a good portion of the day wandering around, window-shopping: basically torturing himself with all the goods he wanted but couldn't have. Usually it was fun to check out the latest tech, the latest trends, the newest fads. But after a few hours on his own Morgan had just about had enough.
[break][break]
There was only one thing he could afford that offered a quick feeling of reward and enjoyment, a cheap lunch. It was already past peak lunch time down at the food court, families were making their way out and plastic trays were strewn on every other table where they'd been left after the lunch rush. Morgan joined the back of a relatively small queue to the food counter, counting the change in his pocket.
[break][break]
He tended to order the same thing from this fast food chain. It always looked and tasted the same, so it was pretty much guaranteed that his money wouldn't be wasted. But he had to admit it was a boring, safe option. The person in front of him had already moved to the front and Morgan lingered right behind. Come to think of it, judging solely from the back of this stranger, they seemed to know what they were doing. Morgan made a point to eavesdrop on their order, remembering every detail of the otherwise mundane conversation between customer and cashier.
[break][break]
Whatever the heck they ordered, it wasn't what Morgan would usually go for. He bent round to see what price came up on the till, but to no avail. Surely it couldn't be that expensive though. Even as they took their food order away, Morgan's eyes drifting along with them, staring at the table they sat down at. Morgan failed to hear that he was being called forward at first, and went on reciting the previous customer's order, word-for-word, albeit in a more meek and hesitant voice. By the time he'd paid and grabbed his lunch, he already knew where he was going to sit.
[break][break] This wasn't weird at all, right? Eavesdropping, staring, ordering the exact same thing as a total stranger ...and then sitting at a table across from theirs. This was almost normal behaviour by Morgan's standards. He felt he'd pushed himself a little, but honestly there was nothing too odd about this to him.
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