Rosalyn stood isolated looking at the people chugging drink after drink losing their senses. She was never this carefree. Fun is not worth getting lung cancer over. There is a tingling in her head. "Oh, I forgot my coffee." Iris came so abruptly to her house that she did not get a chance to make her coffee.
She went to a stall to buy coffee. Some boys who are probably younger than her came up to her. The curly boy said. "Can I buy you a coffee?" if Rosalyn's head was not filled with worry she would have enjoyed this interaction.
"No thanks. I can buy it myself." She turned them down and focused her attention back on the barista.
"I insist."
"Find a girl your age I am at least a decade older than you." The curly hair's cheeks reddened and he left abruptly.