She shuushed me to stop.
"Shuush, boy~~!" she went.
"Erm yah?" I paused.
"Help me buy coffee. Normal one," and she handed me 50 cents.
I stopped for a while to think how I should respond.
"Nothing like an ol' strong morning brew"
Secondly, I AM A BOY??! I'm freaking 24 and I can:
1) drive a car (I'll proudly show you my driving license anytime, especially if you can't drive - guffaws);
2) sign my own consent forms;
3) watch RA movies (more guffaws);
4) travel overseas without holding my mother's hands (hmmm...?)
the only thing that I can't do is earn my own keep (that'll be next year) and that's because I'm still schooling. So which part of my life constitutes a 'Boy'????
But sigh, this frame of contemplation didn't last for more than 15 milliseconds (ok, it was more of an afterthought), before I replied "OK~~!", like a boy who was eager to deliver a package in his local neighbourhood for the DHL man in exchange for a sweet or something. Except there wasn't any sweet in the one-sided bargain.
"You drive a hard bargain.... here's your sweet."Sigh.... I guess I'm still a boy. At least I'm more chummy with her now. Her name's Devy.