You know what the best pastime ever is? People watching. In the Library. The girl on my left has been totally eyeing the guy across from her for the past hour. Every time he looks her direction, she quickly looks away and does that little flirty smile thing that apparently woos men. The guy and girl in the row in front of me don’t really know each other very well and she is not interested at all. Do you know how I know this? She is awkwardly sitting with her arms and legs crossed, and he is leaning forward looking at her computer screen while she kind of cringes away. The man in a pink shirt front of me keeps making awkward eye contact with me. The guy behind me is super attractive. I almost want to ask him if I can get a picture with him. The girl diagonal to me keeps giggling every five seconds and it is driving me crazy.
But do you know what is even better than people watching? Composing letters. More specifically to Quinci’s date. Here it is:
Dear Mike,
If you touch her I will kill you.
Love,
Quinci’s Husband (Rachel)
