Sitdown waiting for my friends

Im Dido9171, and right now, Im just sitting here legs tucked under me, a little restless, waiting for the people I care about to show up. My drinks been here for a while now, the plastic cup sweating on the metal table, the red straw poking out like a tiny, impatient flag. Its a true coffee, but its not the kind thatll keep me awake its the kind that says, Im here, Im waiting, and Im not going anywhere. The bag beside it? My whole life in a black mess, crammed with things I didnt even know I needed until now. Im not complaining. Im just here. Waiting. The chairs around me are all empty, silent witnesses to this moment, like the world has paused for me. The tiles beneath me are warm from the sun, and the air smells like summer and anticipation. Im not alone, but Im also not exactly home. Im just waiting, like a kid at a birthday party, waiting for the cake to be served. Im not in a hurry. Im not even sure if Ill be here when they get here. But Im here. Im here, and Im not going anywhere. Im Dido9171, and Im waiting for my friends.

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