Out Of Line

When Blue finally left, taking her both photo and folder out the bakery door, she inadvertently brought in a substitute to take her place in the now empty seat. This rowdy, chirpy, sometimes annoying little fella I nicknamed: Impending Doom. 

Impending Doom and I have never really crossed paths much before. But it seems like in more recent days I just can't help but keep bumping into him wherever the hell I went. There's just no escaping him. Such a damn attention seeker too… to the point where I can't even focus on anything else until I get to kick him out of the door personally. 

As soon as Sera started digging for crumbs at the bottom of her bag, that was when I knew it was time for us to finally bounce and head back home where I and this Impending doom-guy could talk further in depth.