Gypsy Rose“The Boys”, Pt. 2
The cool air had an immediate calming affect on Derek’s nerves, but his anger was still bubbling. He wasn’t a screw-up. He wasn’t going to disappoint his family; he just needed a little time and understanding. I’m trying to find my own way, he said to himself, as he feet pounded the pavement, and I’m going to be successful.
The tiny coffee shop he’d spent most afternoons in, rapidly came into view. He slowed his pace down and decided to stop there for a quick breather. The room was stifling. There were bodies jammed into every corner and voices full of laughter rang out around the shop. Derek smiled happily to himself, he loved crowds and this was just the environment he needed to forget his troubles.
