dontpooyourself

So while I sat outside for an hour, mentally debating on whether or not she would show up, I couldn't stop myself from thinking: She's somewhere warm right now. Chatting and enjoying herself, accompanied by her friends, possibly even thinking about the fact that I'm outside, and laughing even harder.

Even if that's not what really happened, it's what seemed stuck in my brain. Lodged directly next to that is a question that still makes me contemplative: Is she one of the nice ones?