Merry is Busy

I walked into the room, full of bad art and teenage outcasts. He was drinking coffee. Clever of him to be drinking coffee. He always was clever. I dont know why I sat down next to him. He didnt even look up. I left to the ladies room. I emerged just in time to see him tear the final page out of his black notebook and throw it at the girl in the corner. She didn't notice. No one did. His notebook flapped idly in his hands, just a pair of covers, reunited at last. It fell to the floor as he reached over and lifted up my drink. Carefully, he pulled out the napkin from under it. Pen poised over the napkin, he looked me in the eye.........

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