So I'm walking over to the machine room to reboot a server, since there's a crisis going on (people can't log in to a website). There's a couple sitting on the bench by the windows — cute girl, guy wearing one of those toques with strings*. They're having a chat, turned to more or less face one another**.
As I pass, I hear her side of the conversation: "I don't want to be with you anymore."
It goes from an "awwwww" moment to an awkward one in just a millisecond. I keep walking, because I'm not sure I want to hear his response.
I leave the machine room after the server's rebooted, and they're already gone.
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*That's pretty much all I noticed about him.
** As much as you can, sitting side-by-side on a wooden bench.
It's not so much what she's saying, it's how she's saying it
So I'm walking over to the machine room to reboot a server, since there's a crisis going on (people can't log in to a website). There's a couple sitting on the bench by the windows — cute girl, guy wearing one of those toques with strings*. They're having a chat, turned to more or less face one another**.
As I pass, I hear her side of the conversation: "I don't want to be with you anymore."
It goes from an "awwwww" moment to an awkward one in just a millisecond. I keep walking, because I'm not sure I want to hear his response.
I leave the machine room after the server's rebooted, and they're already gone.
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*That's pretty much all I noticed about him.
** As much as you can, sitting side-by-side on a wooden bench.