I Tried to Write a Story Entitled "Flaw"

Flaw

Business trips. I hate them. Probably because I haven't gone to anywhere worth going yet. If the company needs to send an employee somewhere local and in the middle of nowhere, expect it that I'll get the memo.

I might have pissed off unknowingly my boss. I mean, it's not really my problem that I was born this perfectly beautiful, right? I have an ordinary face but it's too perfectly ordinary that it turns to be beautiful. It was like all the common people tried to use my face as a mold but failed.  I'm not going to be humble by saying I am not stupid either. I am smart and I am gorgeous. 

I Still Don’t Know What Title I Should Give It.

I have been off for quite a while. I’m not really busy. In fact, I’m procrastinating. I hate work. Anyway, I’m gonna go try and write a script/summary/whatever it is about the comic I’m gonna try to create. Here goes nothing…

It has been months since I started coming to this cafe. I go here every weekday without fail. I had almost bought this table for myself. It’s already like an unwritten rule that I must sit here from 5:30-7:00 pm. I had already established my niche in this small community. I work at that tall building across from this place. There’s a cafe at the ground floor of that building but I go here. The beverages in this place is quite ordinary and a bit on the pricey side. Their pastries are a bit too sweet for my taste. But I go here.

It’s because she goes here.