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Something that I've learnt since writing, is that there's a high possibility I have ADHD (I don't want to diagnose myself). So if my explanations after this chapter seem far too detailed, that's probably why (and if it turns out I don't have ADHD, then I don't know why 😂)
Edit 1: 21/07/18
Edit 2: 25/02/2023
4th December 2020, 08:00AM
And here I sit, with a mug of hot coffee in my rough, dry hands, staring out into the bleak city of London. The steam from my coffee swirled above the mug and stuck to the coffee shop window, obscuring my view from the world beyond the glass.
Today, mother nature decided that she should cover London in a white blanket of freezing cold snow. I never liked snow. It was a nuisance, a precipitation that makes you cold and slip and fall and look like an absolute fool, and to have everyone laugh at you as you sit on the cold, icy snow, with coffee all around and on you with a sore butt...
I don't have a very fond memory of walking in snow. 
Quickly, I diverted my eyes down to my mug of coffee to distract myself from the mortifying memory. My mug of coffee stood proud before me, letting off steam that rose up and hit my face, making my skin feel moist. 
Picking up my mug of coffee (the handle in my left hand), I brought it to my dry mouth and cracked lips that were begging to be saturated with the bitter sweet liquid. Taking a small sip, so I did not burn my mouth, I looked up, out to the bustling city of London. 
Though it was eight in the morning, there were many citizens already up and about, going to work or school. 
I always had time to go to this very coffee shop at eight in the morning, leave at eight thirty, and go to college for my first lecture of the day for geology at nine. 
I'm very precise about my timing. I shall arrive at the coffee shop no earlier or later than eight, and leave no earlier of later than eight thirty. 
All I could do was stare at my disheartening looking reflection on the window and feel sorry for myself, but I was soon brought back to the world when there was a tap on the window. 
Jumping back in my seat, nearly falling off the backless stool, my eyes focused onto the young man that stood before me on the other side. It was the same man as yesterday, but this time he was wearing a white plain hoody. Huh, matches with the snow and his bright eyes. 
My cheeks started to tint red as I realised that I must have been staring at him when I was daydreaming... about myself... I sound so conceited. 
When I looked back out the window, the man was gone, but the bell above the entrance went off, signalling someone probably entered. Looking over to the entrance, my suspicions were proven correct when I noticed the man start to make a beeline towards me. 
"This time it was I who made you jump!" The man said, almost triumphantly.
"Indeed you did," I mumbled, frowning at the way he formed his sentence. 
"Xandra, right?" He asked me with a quizzical expression on his face. I nodded my head slowly.
"Yes. Sage, right?" I questioned back. I knew this man was named Sage, but I did not want to seem strange like everyone else sees me to be.