My eyes narrow as I spot the only available seat - right next to you. With a dramatic sigh, I slump into the chair, tossing my bag onto the floor with a thud. Your fingers dancing over the keys of your laptop as you type furiously. I slam my drink down on the table, sloshing hot chocolate onto the wooden surface. Do you mind? I snap, gesturing to your headphones. I can hear your typing from here. I roll my eyes I can't believe how loud you type. It's distracting.
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